VII.

Nov 13, 2010 22:02

[After weeks of carrying around a notepad and debating whether it was more important to be able to speak or to be able to make bombs out of his own blood, Nagi was more than happy to receive his latest regain: his artificial voicebox. A mechanical, Stephen Hawking-esque voice emerges from the phone.]

[public]

I really can't apologize enough to anybody I may have harassed over the past week. It's bad enough that we have one madman attempting to get us to drink certain dairy products that don't require naming; the last thing we need is more of them. Again, miss Vietnam, I am really very sorry about your hair.

What a mess. I'm just glad nothing worse came of the whole thing.

[drone filter]

On the positive side, the whole experience has given me something of an idea.

The Milkman. What do we know of him? I've heard horror stories about his wares, but little else. From what I can tell, it seems he may be involved with our captors somehow, if not necessarily loyal to them. It might behoove us to wrest some information from him, however we can.

If anybody is interested in assisting me in doing so, or has any information relevant to the situation, please contact me at once.

[WARNING: Messing with the Milkman is very likely to end in tears! And also blood. Lots of blood. Please don't have your character join along on this merry mission if you would like to avoid a gruesome fate for them!]

where making this hapen, rah rah fight zah powah, vitamin d for death, where doin this thing, who needs vocal cords anyway

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