one; [voice]; more than a little worried here

[theredredkrovvy]

A warden? [Alex has just woken up in his room to the sound of the pairing announcements.] Poor little Alex thought he'd had enough of wardens, let alone a sharp. I don't need a devotchka to watch me; I've changed. I've been a dobby little malchick, though I was dratted and like guffed at besides, and they played that music so as to make my gulliver

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[raisedinabox]

[Oh, you have got to be kidding him.]

Are you speaking Nadsat?

[theredredkrovvy]

You know Nadsat? [YOU'RE KIND OF OLD, BRO.]

[raisedinabox]

Well, I'm not fluent in it. No one's used it for a good twenty years, as far as I know.

[Because it's not cool to break people's minds and tell people they're not real, but ffff Jim saw your canon when he was in a teeny wee box, and you make him uncomfortable as fuck, Alex!]

[theredredkrovvy]

Twenty years is it, brother sir? Little Alex was not aware that nadsat was that like starry as of yet. [He sounds distinctly unimpressed. Jim, what are you talking about. :|]

[raisedinabox]

...Little Alex? [Bitch you are not Alex DeLarge... not that it would be any stranger than seeing Comrade O'Brien and Cobra Commander walking about, but still...]

Well, surprising though it may be, there's progress for you.

[theredredkrovvy]

[Not convinced, bro.]

Progress. Is that what thou wouldst call it?

[raisedinabox]

Of course. You've got to look to the future, Alex. Nostalgia serves no one.

[theredredkrovvy]

And you have no small veshch that makes you like long for the starry horrorshow days, I suppose, o my brother?

[raisedinabox]

Would it make any difference if I did? Time doesn't turn back, and ultra-violence never seems to go out of fashion anyway.

[theredredkrovvy]

Welly welly well, this is a new and surprising thing, brother, to hear a veck like yourself speak thus. Moodges like you always appear to dig nostalgia for the starry old days.