Discedo ~ 9 [Audio, Morporkian aka English]

[inner_sitter]

What the hell is going on?

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[ghost_kid]

How am I supposed to know?

[inner_sitter]

You're not helping.

[ghost_kid]

Look, give me a ghost to fight or an evil plot to derail and I can handle it. No problem.

But I have no idea why or how I'm here. Much less all these other people.

[inner_sitter]

So you don't even know why you're here. Wonderful.

[ghost_kid]

No. My best guess is I fell through one of the doors in the ghost zone. They're supposed to go everywhere and everytime, after all.

...But I don't actually remember it happening. And that wouldn't explain any of the other people here.

[inner_sitter]

The ghost zone?

[ghost_kid]

The dimension where ghosts live. Kind of a creepy place, but not too bad as long as you know which areas to avoid.

[inner_sitter]

I see.

Well. This is certainly not that place.

[ghost_kid]

...Yeah, I kind of figured that from the way everything wasn't glowing green. When I said doors, I mean they lead to different times and places in the human world. Never ended up on a different planet or whatever this is, but there's a first time for everything I guess.

[inner_sitter]

This is Discedo. A bunch of scientists have a rather annoying tendency to take people from other universes and plop them down here for no apparent reason.

[ghost_kid]

Wonderful. As if I didn't already have enough trouble to deal with.

What is it with scientists and their obsession with experimenting on people?

[inner_sitter]

I don't claim to understand the inner insanity of scientists.

[ghost_kid]

Who can? I'm more used to dealing with the outer insanity myself.

[inner_sitter]

Ducks sitting on their heads, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!" written all over the walls, inexplicable bouts of mime, that sort of thing?

[ghost_kid]

....You know people who do that?

And no, it's more of the turning household objects into ghost weapons, accusing innocent bystanders of being ghosts and covering them with ectoplasmic goo, turning everyone on the planet into fertilizer, brainwashing teen pop idols mind controlling spirit from another dimension, swearing to make my pelt adorn their bed kind of thing. And that's no counting the friutloop.

[inner_sitter]

You'd be surprised at the sort of people you get in Ankh-Morpork.

Yes, I imagine that would get tiresome.