[There's the sound of fabric on stone, and something clumsily knocking into the mic. Uneven breathing follows, then a pained chuckle.]

No more worries about one... particular bump in the night.

...Heh. Sorry, Edgeworth.

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Jack.

Doumeki, is it?

How are you doing?

[There's the sound of someone weakly stumbling into a room and sitting on the edge of the bed.]

.....Hng.

Son of a bitch.

...

......

Well, shit.

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Do you know what we need? A good old fashioned complaint session.

The staff should feel free to join in as well.

We can start with the menu.

I'm surprised by how much all of you like to talk.

It's amazing any of the conversations are actually coherent, given how many voices are coming over this on a regular basis.

[voice somewhat subdued]

Checking in.

Matt.

Same place okay?

[There's the sound of a fair bit of fiddling near the microphone before it abruptly stops.]

Who all is hearing this right now?

((OOC: I apologize. He may not respond to everyone.))