[Voice]

[mastertemplate]

[visceral chewing sounds and grunting, before the sound of something clattering on an empty plate]

I was eating meat exponentially more delicious than this, on board my own ship, watching Japan burn. Now, I'm stuck eating the scraps. Chewing on marrow. It's not glamourous. But I'm so hungry.

And the drums are still there, constantly pounding away. [

Comments

[dothevoice]

I'm afraid not.

[mastertemplate]

No one by the name of Doctor lives here?

[dothevoice]

I'm quite sure you can find a doctor if you need one so badly.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand he's off his rocker. XD

[mastertemplate]

I don't need A doctor. What doctor can heal the drums, stop the beat, stop the noise, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, heal, cure, slice, suture, cauterize, burn, clean, kill, and kill, and kill...

[dothevoice]

I'm sure you could find one, if you looked.