[The feed starts with a bored looking young man speaking to a pair of unrecognizable aliens, the young man wearing an
uncomfortable looking suit of armor. Really, he'd rather be anywhere else in the world, just due to the fact that it was really really hot and there he was, working customer service.
And these two aliens didn't seem too happy.]
I'm sorry, but D&M Tabletop Game Dungeon is not responsible for any threats, injuries, sicknesses, poisoning, loss of limbs, or any other type of malady that may come as a result of your game.
[At this point, he really does not want to know what's happening in these games.]
Unfortunately, we're also unable to replace your 128-sided die, as long as it's still... inside of your stomach. Shocking, I know.
[He would enjoy this a lot more if they weren't yelling at him, about how they've been giving the Dungeon their extended patronage, one commenting on how this never happened with any of the games that they had purchased. With his continued deadpan tone, he speaks again.]
Sir, unfortunately we can't do anything. If you have other games that you've purchased from here before as your brother has said--
[He's interrupted by a loud noise.]
Sorry, as your girlfriend has said, Just use two 64-sided dice if it's that much of a problem.
[What ensues is a few lines about how Kyon doesn't know anything about tabletop games and dignity. Followed by them storming out.]
...[He gives an exasperated sigh. How much longer does he have here?]