Mask 6 -- ...now would be a good time to run, Greg.
[After this post and this one, the sound of a D-Comm being turned on COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT is heard, and the following exchange occurs.]
--ear to Yggdrasill, when I find him I'm gonna--!
Jeane?
A-ah! Travis! Help!
"Help?" The fuck do you -- WHAT THE FUCK?!
Ow... ears...
Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck happened?!
...I decided to hang around for the past night?
...that's a horrible pun. Shiiiiit. give me a minute...
[And after a series of pained grunts, comical screams and the sounds of rope tugging, there's a loud CRASH which ends in a muted 'ugh' from Travis.]
Oooow... Jesus fucking Christ, how much do you weigh?!
That's not nice! I got attacked and strung up here by someone and your first question is how much I weigh?!
...wait, someone did this to you?!
THAT'S IT. SOMEONE'S GETTING THEIR DOOR -- AND THEIR FUCKING FACE -- BASHED IN!!!
[Angry stomping can be heard as another sound -- Travis viciously suplexing a dumpster -- reverberates through the comm.]
...
Hehehehehehe. He will pay for tha-- oh, for fuck's sake, is the D-Comm on AGAIN?! DAMMIT!
*connection terminated*