Mar 15, 2011 15:07
{Flailing. Lots and lots of flailing, with a side of unintelligible shouting. In his flailing, somehow, the Professor has managed to turn on the communicator helpfully provided in his room, by throwing it against a wall. It's skewed, showing part of a sinister, foreboding evil lair that is trying so very hard to be even eviller than its evil neighbours, down to its evil candelabras and evil wood panelling.}
WE'RE TAKING ON WATER! WE'RE-
{But...there's no water. It's...it's home?}
What the devil!? How did I get here? Max! Maaaaaaaaax!
{The shout is long and drown out. If your character has sensitive hearing, well, hopefully they weren't planning on keeping it.}
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-[breath]-aaaaaaaax! Where are you? Maaaaaaaax! Tell me what's going on RIGHT NOW! I demand to know what is going on here! I DEMAND IT! TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE! Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaax!
shouting,
maaaaaax