[click, recording. McCoy's tone is surprisingly light. Like good natured gruffness.]

I tell you lot not to get in trouble and what do you do? Hellhounds, lord almighty. [he chuckles] Can lead a horse to water but you can't get the damned thing to drink.

Well, not all dead are you?

[ooc; Pollen plot is a go~ McCoy's currently chilling in the ( Read more... )