Oct 09, 2011 21:24
[The feed from Perry's journal comes through with a noise that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. There's video of him talking but it's jumpy and disjointed. He's standing outside the door to the kitchen, which is still locked up. Iroh hasn't shown. His words cut in and the video evens out after a second or two.]
--nyone seen Iroh? You planning on showing up today or what? The food ain't gonna cook itse-- [KKKSHSHHH. There's a huge burst of static and Perry taps hard on the communicator with a couple fingers, frowning at it.] --ith these fucking things? This is getting real friggin' old, Admiral. This and the lights and the shadows in the corners of your eyes and all that bullshit. We get it. It's nearly Halloween by whatever calendar you follow and you're putting on a messed-up show to celebrate. Enough already. This stopped being cute about a fucking week ago.
[There's a pause and he shakes his head before adding:] Anyhow, old man, if you or one of the other wardens doesn't come up here and open this place soon, no one's getting breakfast. I'm not hanging around. Trust me, I'd prefer to still be sleepi--
[And without warning the video goes dead with a whispering hiss, cutting him off in mid-sentence.]
perry has good work ethic,
fuck you admiral asshole,
can't cook for shit,
wtf,
this whole rehab thing is retarded,
october can suck my dick