May 30, 2010 15:00
[Phoenix's comm turns on with a clattering of pots and pans.]
Augh. Mar damn it...
[More metallic clanking, but more controlled this time.]
Right, then. Let's see... Which of these...?
[His voice grows fainter, as though he's stepped farther away from his comm, but if anyone is really paying attention, they might hear him muttering about cups.]
they never prepared him for this,
at least he's not peeling potatoes,
uncharted depths,
this isn't what he's used to,
take you down any way i can,
he never did like the kitchen
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I'll keep you in the loop if I hear anything.
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