21 | VOICE
[As soon as the audio clicks on, a cheerful voice begins to sing along.]
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole...your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch...I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
[The music continues softly in the background, but our singer now speaks, just as cheerfully as he sang.]
This is the best time of year, Siren's Port. People spending money they don't have, lining capitalist bank accounts with green...mommy and daddy brutally ripping faces off their fellow customers over the last fucking Barbie doll left in the store...and on top of the usual barbarity of the season, there's the inevitable insanity of overpowered idiots in the Port to make it so much more fun.
It fills my cold, shriveled heart with joy.
[A dry snicker.]
Oh, and Santa? If you're listening? This year for Christmas I want Batman's head on a pike.
[Private to Khisanth]
How've you been, sweetheart? More naughty than nice, I hope.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole...your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch...I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
[The music continues softly in the background, but our singer now speaks, just as cheerfully as he sang.]
This is the best time of year, Siren's Port. People spending money they don't have, lining capitalist bank accounts with green...mommy and daddy brutally ripping faces off their fellow customers over the last fucking Barbie doll left in the store...and on top of the usual barbarity of the season, there's the inevitable insanity of overpowered idiots in the Port to make it so much more fun.
It fills my cold, shriveled heart with joy.
[A dry snicker.]
Oh, and Santa? If you're listening? This year for Christmas I want Batman's head on a pike.
[Private to Khisanth]
How've you been, sweetheart? More naughty than nice, I hope.