[There’s a loud, exasperated sigh, followed by an irritated Mancunian voice/]
Oh, flamin’ Nora. What’s this supposed to be, The Magic bloody Roundabout?
[Ray huffs, and there’s a scuffing sound as he accidentally kicks the device, which was by his feet. After a moment, he picks it up.]
...What is this? [A snort, then a clatter as the device is
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Hullo. You're late.
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What d'you mean I'm late? 'ow can I be late, when I'm not even s'posed to bloody be 'ere?
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You aren't from the 19th century as well, are you?
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I am indeed. Alas, there are not many of us. Are you among our number?
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'Fraid not, luv. I'm from the 70s.
...1970s, that is. Not 1870s.
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