Aug 31, 2008 10:40
[Static; scraping noises; heavy breathing, heavy footsteps; unclear muttering. The voice is gasping, scratchy, tired and vaguely bemused.]
Whoever it is behind what's going on, just so there's no mistake: I'm going to find you, and you really won't be happy about it when I do.
In case this is that sort of joke: Gramps, Polnareff... Mom... stay put and don't do anything stupid. I won't be long.