Aug 23, 2010 14:55
[Here we have a very irritated Vogon apparently working someone's device, and looking extremely miffed.]
It is not in my job description to look after small, defective things which refuse to follow protocol.
[What's that noise in the background? It sounds like a small child in distress.]
I am not qualified to handle this. Small thing!
[The Vogon is walking towards a table, and cowering underneath the table in floods of tears is a small child, who cowers even more as he approaches. Her face then crumples and a fresh flood of tears follows immediately afterwards.]
This is your guide, and you will need this to- oh for goodness sake!
Please Mr. Monster, I want to go home.
[She's shaking like a leaf and clinging to a doll and a table leg.]
This is your home now. This is your new Guide and you can use this to-
[It's no use; the little girl is crying even harder now.]
It's not my home, it's not! I want my Mama! Where's my Mama?! I want my Mama!
[The Vogon bends down closer to try and give her the guide, but this just causes her to scream in fright shrink back even further under the desk.]
MAMA!
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