39th Inning
[Scout's been feeling pretty good lately! He loves the cold weather and snow, Christmas is coming... of course, from what he heard about Christmas here last year, they're in for some weird stuff ahead, but he wasn't worrying about it for now. He was going to enjoy it while it lasted! To hell with Mayfield!
On his way out the door this morning, he notices that the drone daughter has dropped yesterday's mail. He opens it, reads it, and.... stands there, perplexed. He has to read it several times. It doesn't make any sense. This CAN'T be real. The members of his house, and probably the neighbors of 1451 Mitchell too, are treated to one confused and angry Scout wake-up call.]
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAP?!?!
No way no way no freakin' way! This can't be for real! This is gotta be some kinda joke!
[Scout calls up his old job to make sure. The drone manager tells him that while they're sad to see him go, they're so proud of him! Such selflessness. They know he'll help keep the town safe.
He wants to punch the phone through the wall, but stops himself and manages to make a call to the town. He doesn't even know who to talk to about this.
Call filtered away from Mayor/Grady/drones/etc.:]
This is bull! Complete bullshit! Aw geez... man I shouldn't freakin' talk about it over tha phones, but-- LOOK! LISTEN UP! Someone... someone needs ta get their asses over ta my house like RIGHT FREAKIN' NOW, OKAY?
Did anyone else get a letter from Grady today? Tell me I ain't tha only one! No wait, DON'T. Maybe I am the only an' this is his idea of a sick goddamn joke.
[The phone is slammed down. You can call back if you want, but he's not talking about it over the phone lines. If you come by his house, the door is open and you can find him pacing about the kitchen, letter laying out on the table.]
On his way out the door this morning, he notices that the drone daughter has dropped yesterday's mail. He opens it, reads it, and.... stands there, perplexed. He has to read it several times. It doesn't make any sense. This CAN'T be real. The members of his house, and probably the neighbors of 1451 Mitchell too, are treated to one confused and angry Scout wake-up call.]
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAP?!?!
No way no way no freakin' way! This can't be for real! This is gotta be some kinda joke!
[Scout calls up his old job to make sure. The drone manager tells him that while they're sad to see him go, they're so proud of him! Such selflessness. They know he'll help keep the town safe.
He wants to punch the phone through the wall, but stops himself and manages to make a call to the town. He doesn't even know who to talk to about this.
Call filtered away from Mayor/Grady/drones/etc.:]
This is bull! Complete bullshit! Aw geez... man I shouldn't freakin' talk about it over tha phones, but-- LOOK! LISTEN UP! Someone... someone needs ta get their asses over ta my house like RIGHT FREAKIN' NOW, OKAY?
Did anyone else get a letter from Grady today? Tell me I ain't tha only one! No wait, DON'T. Maybe I am the only an' this is his idea of a sick goddamn joke.
[The phone is slammed down. You can call back if you want, but he's not talking about it over the phone lines. If you come by his house, the door is open and you can find him pacing about the kitchen, letter laying out on the table.]