[Ninth Light] Voice
[Someone's been zaaapped and the voice feed flairs to life with a collection of curses so colorfully stringed together in a heavy French accented that it can't even be typed it's that impressive.]
Son of a bitch. [That's the first thing that's clear enough to be heard. There's some fumbling as Pip grabs for the device.]
Merde, you could leave us the 'ell alone when zhings are quiet. [And with that he cuts the feed, someone's not in the mood for rude awakenings.
Son of a bitch. [That's the first thing that's clear enough to be heard. There's some fumbling as Pip grabs for the device.]
Merde, you could leave us the 'ell alone when zhings are quiet. [And with that he cuts the feed, someone's not in the mood for rude awakenings.