Neun
[So. Um. Medic isn't doing so well. He got the turkey full of hydrochloric acid, and apparently even prodding one of those with your Ubersaw is enough to set it off. He's hurt. Badly. And in a securely locked house full of unhelpful drones -- even his happy little drone wife, who he was momentarily glad to see back when she replaced Serah, isn't doing much more than sternly telling him that 'this is a very important holiday and you should do your fatherly duty and cut the meat, or you'll hurt the children's feelings'. STUPID DRONE WIFE IT IS HARD TO CUT THINGS WHEN YOUR HANDS AND FACE ARE SORT OF BURNING OFF AND YOU TOTALLY SWALLOWED CORROSIVE ACID. JEEZ. Not to mention the stuff hit him in the eyes and now his one good eye is quickly losing vision.
Ahem.
So clearly this is Guntram's fault. The phonecall is unfiltered, because Medic is kind of too annoyed (AND IN PAIN, TISSUE DEATH IS NOT PLEASANT) to bother with filtering. His voice is hoarse and he pauses often, as though speaking itself is uncomfortable.]
Zhis has officially gone too far. Vhere you even got zhe acid, I do not know, but you vhill pay. I never thought I vhould actually heff to stoop to killing myself in zhis godforsaken place, but it is zhat or suffer zhe scars of zhese acid burns permanently. You vhill not blind me again, zhough I am sure zhat vhas your intent -- to hobble me, to make me an easy target. Schweinehund.
I vhill see you tomorrow, vhonce I heff respawned. Und I vhill kill you.
[Ooc: Of course, he's going to wait for a response for a few minutes before stabbing himself with his own Ubersaw. Feel free to assume he was adressing the Milkman, Grady, or even the Mayor -- it was left vague for a reason. Alternately, call up and tell him to get the hell on with it already.]
Ahem.
So clearly this is Guntram's fault. The phonecall is unfiltered, because Medic is kind of too annoyed (AND IN PAIN, TISSUE DEATH IS NOT PLEASANT) to bother with filtering. His voice is hoarse and he pauses often, as though speaking itself is uncomfortable.]
Zhis has officially gone too far. Vhere you even got zhe acid, I do not know, but you vhill pay. I never thought I vhould actually heff to stoop to killing myself in zhis godforsaken place, but it is zhat or suffer zhe scars of zhese acid burns permanently. You vhill not blind me again, zhough I am sure zhat vhas your intent -- to hobble me, to make me an easy target. Schweinehund.
I vhill see you tomorrow, vhonce I heff respawned. Und I vhill kill you.
[Ooc: Of course, he's going to wait for a response for a few minutes before stabbing himself with his own Ubersaw. Feel free to assume he was adressing the Milkman, Grady, or even the Mayor -- it was left vague for a reason. Alternately, call up and tell him to get the hell on with it already.]