[Voice]

[metalcfo]

Nathan? Ah, Nathan? I do hope you're still here and not sitting in jail across the river.

[The sound of a throat clearing and the man gets all serious.]

Allen was it? I have laundry detergent if you, ah, need it. I saw you looked a bit... Dirty. That, ah, goes for everyone else as well.

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[metalsinger]

Uh....

No. I've kinda... Well. I lost my thing until now.

Uh..... yeah. So no, no jail.

GUH.

[metalcfo]

...Don't make me put a bell on you so I know where you are.

Re: GUH.

[metalsinger]

....

No way you're gonna put a collar on me like a cat.

No. Way.

[metalcfo]

A bell. Not a collar.

You like cats anyway. You got a whole island for them.

[metalsinger]

Same difference.

*laughs*

We need to go there and check on them and uh... the kid. Yeah, that fatty kid.

[metalcfo]

..Your 'son' is, ah, dead.

[metalsinger]

Uh.......

Wut?