⇁ 002. (glass city)

[pinwheeled]

[Hello City, have a thoroughly harried-looking (and also very damp) self-important businessman glaring at you.]

Is there seriously no place in this city that isn't made entirely out of glass? Or leaking? Whenever this weather brings one of these glass towers down, I'd rather not be anywhere near it, thank you very much.

[Really, he's probably just still angry over being subjected to yesterday's curse. At least he wasn't caught on the network during it.]

Comments

[pinwheeled]

[He doesn't have any more luck with that message; why is this guy talking about trains?]

What does that have to do with anything?

[signatures]

You're certainly complaining about the rain, aren't you?

From what I understand, it's hit us both.

[pinwheeled]

[He understands "rain" this time, luckily. But he still hasn't quite captured the sentiment accompanying it.]

Is that supposed to make things any better?

[signatures]

I'm sure someone has an umbrella, hm?

[pinwheeled]

You really think you're clever, don't you.

[signatures]

Not at all.