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Worried about Liz. Don't know what to do. Don't know if there's anything I can do. Wish there was. Hate seeing her like htat... like that. Shouldn't have had so much to drink... You're an idiot, Montgomery Scott. Could've asked Liz to go drinking with you, but... No, don't think about it. Just. Thing. You know. Just let her ( Read more... )

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[Anyone who happens to access this log will be treated to a few minutes of drunken Scottish pub songs before the rest of the message plays.]

Oh...

S'this thing on, then?

Er. Ah. Disre... disa... pretend you didn't hear that.