Apr 13, 2010 13:49
[Audio, voice cracked and hoarse. Stango's voice is low, with a nasal, Bronxian twang.]
Christ, christ, what a hangover. What was I thinking? I was gonna go in and do paperwork. Christ.
Okay. Pull it together, Benny. Pull it t--
Where the hell am I? Jesus, I've had enough of weird shit for one life. I gotta get outta here. I gotta get home.
[A rustling sound as the communicator gets picked up, and he begins to sound rather off-puttingly snarly.]
Shit, is this thing recording me? How the hell do I turn it off?
ow,
a cigarette will help,
intro,
what anger issues?