First telephone call
[That clattering is Snufkin turning the phone around several times until he thinks it's right. He started off holding it upside down, and is now whispering and or muttering into the device for fear of waking up his drone wife.]
H-hello? I have no idea how to use this thing...
I don't really know who I'm talking to, but...I hope someone can explain this whole situation to me, oh and by the way, I'm whispering because there's a strange woman in this room and I don't want her to wake up, let's see if the cord can reach outside...
[He quietly tiptoes to the door and nudges the two items wedged under it out the other side, opening it and closing it behind him before replacing them. Mercifully, the cord just reaches, but now his cheek is pressed against the doorframe and he's not very comfortable.]
Uh, so...
I'm not really sure what to say, but...I'd like to leave as quickly as possible, so if anyone could help, please, before whoever else is in this house wakes up.
[The next part is muttered slightly feverishly.]
I bet this place was probably built by a Hemulen, the awful picket fences and manicured lawns are a dead giveaway...perhaps the Park-keeper is exacting his revenge on me, oh, I wouldn't doubt it...
Also, if anyone took my pipe and hat, I'd really like them back. You can keep the harmonica, but...for goodness sakes, those were family heirlooms, and these clothes...I don't even know what to think about them, they're so strange-looking and overly complicated but anyways...
Yes, if anyone knows what's going on or how to get out, please tell me, and I'd like my two worldly possessions back from the greedy thief that stole them.
Hopefully someone out there can help me, before that disturbing-looking woman who I woke up next to wakes up and finds out I've locked her in.
[He seems afraid of the woman, probably because he's never seen anyone or anything like her. He's normally not afraid of the unknown, but something about waking up next to a painted, ominously dead-looking face in the dark makes his stomach curl.
Good thing his drone children haven't woken up.]
H-hello? I have no idea how to use this thing...
I don't really know who I'm talking to, but...I hope someone can explain this whole situation to me, oh and by the way, I'm whispering because there's a strange woman in this room and I don't want her to wake up, let's see if the cord can reach outside...
[He quietly tiptoes to the door and nudges the two items wedged under it out the other side, opening it and closing it behind him before replacing them. Mercifully, the cord just reaches, but now his cheek is pressed against the doorframe and he's not very comfortable.]
Uh, so...
I'm not really sure what to say, but...I'd like to leave as quickly as possible, so if anyone could help, please, before whoever else is in this house wakes up.
[The next part is muttered slightly feverishly.]
I bet this place was probably built by a Hemulen, the awful picket fences and manicured lawns are a dead giveaway...perhaps the Park-keeper is exacting his revenge on me, oh, I wouldn't doubt it...
Also, if anyone took my pipe and hat, I'd really like them back. You can keep the harmonica, but...for goodness sakes, those were family heirlooms, and these clothes...I don't even know what to think about them, they're so strange-looking and overly complicated but anyways...
Yes, if anyone knows what's going on or how to get out, please tell me, and I'd like my two worldly possessions back from the greedy thief that stole them.
Hopefully someone out there can help me, before that disturbing-looking woman who I woke up next to wakes up and finds out I've locked her in.
[He seems afraid of the woman, probably because he's never seen anyone or anything like her. He's normally not afraid of the unknown, but something about waking up next to a painted, ominously dead-looking face in the dark makes his stomach curl.
Good thing his drone children haven't woken up.]