[ It's silent for a few seconds, but the feed just fills on to twisted psychotic laughter.

After that, there's a sickening squishing sound and then, oddly enough, a pleased moan before it cuts off. ]

You know, Digital World, if you wanted to thrill someone that badly, all you should have done is ask.

Tsk, tsk, and here I thought this place was hell. Make with the nightmares and horrific imagery, Digital World! Don't keep a girl bored!

...unless if that's your true wish, in which, tee hee, I can't wa~it!

[ There's the sound of "hm hm hm... hm~ hm~" before the audio gets louder. ]

I wish to leave the world
By its natural door;
In my tomb of green leaves
They are to carry me to die.
Do not put me in the dark
To die like a traitor;
I am good, and like a good thing
I will die with my face to the sun~

It's such a good night for poetry!