Intro; Voice

[ussher]

[After waking up she wanders for a few minutes, trying to make sense of her surroundings, still dressed in the plain clothes she found herself in. Evidently her wide shoulders make for a good perch, several colourful birds are chirping away happily next to her ear. The strange plant in front of her seems to be offering her something to speak into, and while she is suspicious, she would like an explanation.]

I am the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic, Anya Braginskaya, and I am thinking there has been a confusion. I am not wanting to be in one of America's silly Disney movies, I am quite busy...

[It is warm and lovely here but her boss will be so cross if she is not back soon. She seems calm enough for now, but who knows how long that will last? She pauses for a few minutes.]

I am not finding this very funny.