036- Audio

[autistic_genius]

[Reid's communicator comes on abruptly. It appears to have been knocked over or dropped, as it's broadcasting at an odd angle on the floor. There is a snarling and stomping about, although all the communicator seems to pick up is the feet and slacks of everyone's favorite eidetic profiler.

There is much smashing and destruction to be heard.]

Comments

[my_freeze_ray]

[This flood sucks. At least last time he got to be a doctor and perform mouth to mouth resuscitation on West, this time all he's been able to do is wander from room to room being ignored. It stinks. Still at least he should be able to find Reid, who'd probably be a surfer or a stoner or something again, and Billy could get him to...]

[Too... uh...]

Spencer?

[Oh yeah. Monster mask. This stupid flood!]

[autistic_genius]

Grrr...

[Feet come back into view as Monster-Reid tries to locate the source of his name.]

[my_freeze_ray]

Spencer, are you all... you seem...

[Pause]

Okay, I think you should sit down and take some deep breaths now.

[autistic_genius]

Rrrr?

{Breaths? Don't be silly. He's a monster.]

[yeehawkiller]

ALIENS, MAN!

THEY FOLLOWED ME HERE.

I'M GOING TO GO CLEAN OUT ALL YOU SONS OF BITCHES!

[GUN COCK]

[autistic_genius]

[Monster Reid does not appreciate being called an alien. Or the gun cock.]

Grrr....

[namorofthesea]

Rrrrr! [Guess who else got a monster mask?]

[autistic_genius]

RRRRR!

[I'm sure that means something in monster. What deep conversations they will have.]

[namorofthesea]

Rr rrrRRRR!

[Translates to: Let's get together and kill that gun toting, alien obsessed buffoon.]

[autistic_genius]

Grrr.

[Translates to some sort of term of agreement.]