[.089] Accidental Video (Damn You, Ghosts)

[timesbureaucrat]

[On screen is just the image of a lionfish placidly swimming in a tank, ignoring the histrionic ranting that's going on off screen. Narvin at least attempts to be fairly calm and professional in public and curb his rantiness before it gets out of hand, but in private, among people he's familiar with, all bets are off.]-thisth is happening. Thisth

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[timesbureaucrat]

I have plenty of hypothesthesth. [Oh heavens, he's not saying that word again.] But none of them are particularly likely. [A whole phrase carefully constructed without a single sibilance.]

Private

[timesbureaucrat]

Y-- Correct. But that happened a long time ago. Why would I be death tolling now?

Private

[timesbureaucrat]

Did you only justh now figure that out? [In his desire to snark, he forgets to avoid Ess sounds. It rather ruins the effect.]

Private

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin glares at the first hint of laughter. The glare fades when the Doctor calmly mentions one of his hearts being cut out.]

But why? How?

Private

[timesbureaucrat]

I meant the returning death toll, not your injury.