[An eerie visage of Undertaker appears as the feed clicks on. Far in the background is his darkened living room, shelves of books and glass specimen jars. Caskets and tools are strewn here and there, and there's a thin layer of dust on just about everything. Undertaker himself is slouched over his kitchen table, fingers working on something presumably small with the level of his concentration. His long hair is tied loosely up on the top of his head with loose arches slipping from the tie, his bangs draping in front of his eyes. On the counter in one corner of the feed is a small (and antique) looking television, broadcasting coverage of the tower bombings, flickering in and out of signal. Without looking up at the NV, he begins singing; his voice cracks in tone, interspersed with giggles.]
London Bridge is broken down,
Falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady~
Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay, wood and clay,
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair lady~
Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away, wash away,
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair lady~
Build it up with iron and steel,
Iron and steel, iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
My fair lady~
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
Bend and bow, bend and bow,
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
My fair lady~
Set a man to watch all night,
Watch all night, watch all night,
Set a man to watch all night,
My fair lady~
Suppose the man should fall asleep,
Fall asleep, fall asleep,
Suppose the man should fall asleep?
My fair lady~ heheeheheheee
[Another moment of silence as he picks up a small gold cameo, blowing on the shining glass surface.] It seems that we've been stricken with another series of unfortunate events~ so I assumed that perhaps a song would help to bring about a little cheer~ It is always unfortunate when laughter is lost.
Now, this was an old song in my world, so it would be even older now. Some say it comes from the rumor that there are human bodies in the foundations of the bridges of England. The great London Bridge is, of course, not omitted. Now these bodies were not accidents, no, rather sacrifices to keep the bridge safe from harm. Naturally, the bodies of innocent children were thought have more protective properties than those of adults~ hahahahahaaaa~
Perhaps this could be something useful when we consider reconstructing these apartment towers. Newcomers have always been thought to bring about misfortune, having a little extra assurance against such adversity could be helpful, wouldn't you agree? heheheheeeee A small price to pay for the safety of the general populace~
[Turning toward the camera, there's a flash of green eyes behind his silver bangs that comes and goes. A long finger reaches to turn off the NV, but he pauses-] Aaah, yes, I almost forgot~ Earl, I have something for you and your new fiancé. Please do respond so that we might set up a time for you to receive your wedding gifts~
[And the feed ends.]