Jan 11, 2009 03:46
[The recording begins, but the only sound that can be heard for several seconds is a combination ofslowly clicking keys and a high-pitched voice mumbling irritatedly to herself. After about ten seconds of this, the noise dies off. Apparently, the person recording has noticed that they are recording.]
Where am I?
It’s ugly, it’s bright, it's cold and I don’t like it one bit. This doesn’t look like Big Sister’s mansion at all.
[Her voice takes a rather petulant turn.]
Whoever can hear me, I demand that you take me to Big Sister right this instant. And make it quick, clap clap - she’ll be getting more and more anxious as time passes by without me!
…Plus I’m hungry.
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voice