21 | VOICE

[ebony_mask]

[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

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[deathknellgrell]

Who's this Mister Grinch, then?

permavoice

[ebony_mask]

A miser who hates Christmas. Which, clearly, I am not.

[deathknellgrell]

I see. Like Ebenezer Scrooge.

[ A pause ]

People sing about him, this Mister Grinch?

[ebony_mask]

A furrier, less money grubbing version of Scrooge, but they're both redeemed in the end.

People really don't sing about him, as far as I know.

[deathknellgrell]

Redemption? How dreary.

If it's a good story about a bad man, I don't want to hear about his regrets.

Cos if he's a really bad man, he won't have any!

1/2

[ebony_mask]

My thoughts exactly.

[ebony_mask]

...aren't you the operator from that Indian food-slash-phone sex line?

[deathknellgrell]

I--

[ ... ]

Er.

Not for a long while.

[ebony_mask]

Sorry to hear that; you seemed pretty good at what you did.

[deathknellgrell]

OOOoooooOOOooooh~! You think so?

[ Grell will always take a compliment! ]

[ebony_mask]

Sure. You were helpful and more charming than you're probably required to be. What more could a guy ask for in an operator?