Five (Wait, What?)
[Medic has, considering the circumstances, recovered from his run-in with the Post Office spectacularly well. He still can't see, and he still can't remember his own native language, but he has his Kritz (and therefore his sanity) back. He's slowly learning to navigate his house without the use of his eyes; his drone wife is being most helpful. But with the return of his Kritz comes the return of his restless curiosity and need to stick blades in thing that don't necessarily want blades in them. And so it is that Mayfield residents will hear him fumbling with the phone for a few moments before he speaks in a voice that lacks his usual thick accent. Feel free to be royally confused about who this is.]
To those of you that I spoke to earlier -- Dist, Mr. Crane, the rest -- are you still interested in performing those experiments that we talked about? I find myself suddenly with a good deal of free time on my hands and nothing to do with it.
[Well, he could go to work, but where's the fun in that? Besides, Guntram is probably there. And speaking of...]
[Filtered to Guntram (RED Medic)]
Don't you dare try to sabotage me or my experiments, or I will have to kill you. I don't feel like wasting my time on such a low-life hack.
To those of you that I spoke to earlier -- Dist, Mr. Crane, the rest -- are you still interested in performing those experiments that we talked about? I find myself suddenly with a good deal of free time on my hands and nothing to do with it.
[Well, he could go to work, but where's the fun in that? Besides, Guntram is probably there. And speaking of...]
[Filtered to Guntram (RED Medic)]
Don't you dare try to sabotage me or my experiments, or I will have to kill you. I don't feel like wasting my time on such a low-life hack.