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[glasgow_smilin]

[The room is very dark, but for a dim light coming in through a small window. It appears to the the inside of some garage long since abandoned; cracks run along the oil-stained floor, and dust, recently stirred, swirls through the dimness. There are three boxes, all marked 'Meals, Ready to Eat'. On top of these boxes is a set of envelopes, folders

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[finalfall]

[Now that's effectively scared Fay...and sort of made him realise who's the one he should be avoiding.]

[red_hot_stripe]

JOKER!

What the fuck have you done to him?!

[glasgow_smilin]

Sorry, ginger. I don't kiss and tell.

[red_hot_stripe]

You little fucker. It's not kissing and telling if I beat it out of you.

[glasgow_smilin]

Ooooh. Don't make promises you can't keep.

[static_surge]

What the fuck?! I thought you weren't interested in kids?

Didn't he used to have ears or something?

[glasgow_smilin]

[A heaved sigh.]

Yeah... yeah, he did. I took care of that, though. Well, my boys did, anyway. Gotta feed the dogs sometime, right?

[Giggling.]

[static_surge]

You....cut off his ears?!

[glasgow_smilin]

No. I used magic.

[cursed_twin]

There's a place for people like you in my world.

[glasgow_smilin]

Finally! See, 'people like me' don't seem to fit in anywhere except prisons or wars or riots. Do they have a group discount?

[cursed_twin]

No, but you'll never rot away. You'll simply lay in a heap of corpses until time ends.

[glasgow_smilin]

As long as it ends. I don't know if I could take the monotony.

[fourplay4some]

{there is static for a brief moment as the camera fuzzs to life and then the furious eyes of a seething soubi as his breathing- labored from shock and a broiling hot anger - is paused by just three words}

you. are. dead.

{the camera shuts off and the feed is dropped. If someone tries to connect directly to his communicator, the signal fails to connect. As if it had been... destroyed}