005: AUDIO

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[This evening the city might want to be grateful that Robert Chase has what might be described as a decent singing voice, even when, as now, it's coming out faintly slurred through the wires.]I ain't laughing

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You at a bar?

[ Because if he is, he's going to go and find him. ]

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[Now he's not singing, it's clear from the silence in the background that he's not.]

Nope. Prefer to make an arse of myself in private.

[Let his brain work through that a minute.]

'S working well.

[starshipmedical]

Well, except for the part where you posted it on the network, sure.

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Hmf.

[Which means yes, McCoy, he'd got there. Oh and also.]

Star trekkin' across the universe.
Boldly going forward, 'cause we can't find reverse.

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[ ... what. ]

What?

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[The perils of a curse that randomly picks off whatever's running through your mind and plays the song association game.]

It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim
Dead, Jim, Dead, Jim.
It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim,
Dead, Jim, Dead.

[starshipmedical]

[ . . . ]

You're cursed, right?

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[A soft clear of his throat. Sorry about the accent.]

Right.

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[ So is he, so really, it's a good thing Chase isn't at a bar or else Bones would have to drag Raymond out by the handcuffs to find him. ]

Do I want to know what the hell that song was?

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I don't know what the hell it was or I'd tell you.

[Chase's innocent voice is a little overexaggerated when tipsy.]

[starshipmedical]

... Uh-huh. Right. No need to get so defensive.