[There's a long silence through the feed before an awful sound screams through. It sounds like nails tearing through wood, like fingers on a chalkboard. Then, a voice comes through and it's a whisper that grows to a very tight growl.]
E 'andata. La mia sabbia. Il mio gancio. Sono carne e ossa, ancora una volta.
Mai. Mai.
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Smiley? You alright? Besides the... yeah.
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But they have given me the means to remove a mark I have long wished to do. I suppose I owe them that.
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[And a sigh.] I think we oughta have a round, eh? This human business don't bare being sober for.
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[Grunt.] I agree. [There's a groaning of wood before he sighs.] But if we are drinking, I would much rather do it in the comforts of my own home.
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Just point me in the right direction, Smiley. I'll get there soon as I bring someone in outa the cold.
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I'll find you. Don't put yourself in harm's way. It is not the first time I have been forced back into humanity by an outside tyrant, so I am experienced, if not slightly less able to defend.
Tell me, do you have any spare weapons around, or were they lost as well?
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I'll come halfway at least, eh? No telling how long they're gonna leave us like this. Can't just put my feet up and expect everyone else handle everything.
Gone. Even my hammer and chisel are missing. Then again, there's a few lengths of pipe in the scrap heap out back that'll do in a pinch.
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Right. Halfway; the police station?
I see - perhaps that is why they took it. Good thing we have glass bottles, hmn?
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Works for me. I'll meet you there.
Aye, don't need a sword. Useful as it might be.
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Mn. Of course.
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