[Accidental Voice]

[notthatharry]

[There's the sound of something breaking as the journal hits the floor. There's a faint muffled curse of rage, and the sound of fabric moving.]

Hell's bells, how the hell do they do this every-

ARGH, DAMMIT! Of all the times.

'So boss, figure out how to use the tam-'

Finish that sentence Bob and I will take a claw hammer to your bloody skull!

[The anger rings clear, but under that frustration, there's also a hint of fear]

I hate my life.

[After that there is the sound of a skull rolling over a table, then thudding down on the floor.]

'Just relax. We'll get you some chocolate'

[The journal closes]