[Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

TICK-TOCK ticktockticktockticktockticktockticktockticktockticktockticktock-

And then a hiss of steam and the sound of the clock in the background]

Can I have your attention-

[A clang and someone yelling A, are you sure?-]

Quiet!

[Her voice echoes for a second, and then there's silence, except for tick, tock. She looks a little frazzled - her haircover is slipping over her forehead, and there is a smudge of dirt over her face.]

My apologies. Your attention. Please do not worry about the Clock. The situation is under control. We're handling the pressure now. We know it's irritating.

We know exactly how irritating.

If you would please stand by, we'll get things operational again just as soon as we can.

Eden and the other suppliers have not raised their prices. Nor have we ever over-diluted/laced and or used shoddy/questionable agents to reduce purity (upon buyer's request). We always disclose cuts and their ingredients before sale. What others do with products after purchase is not our responsibility. You chose to take the easy way and seek relief from them instead of coming directly to us.

In short: Have an issue? Take it up with your damn dealer!!


( (Private to Al Capone) )

 

 

Tick, tock! Tick, tock!
Forty ’leven by the clock.
Tick, tock! Tick, tock!

Put your ear to Grandpa’s ticker,
Like a pancake, only thicker.
Tick, tock! Tick, tock!

Catch a squirrel in half a minute,
Grab a sack and stick him in it.
Tick, tock! Tick, tock!

Mister Bunny feeds on honey,
Tea, and taters—ain’t it funny?
Tick, tock! Tick, tock!

When he goes to bed at night,
Shoves his slippers out of sight;
That is why Old Fox, the sinner,
Had to go without his dinner.

Tick, tock! Tick, tock!
So says Grandpa’s clock.

One wonders then just what it is the City's clock is saying?  Louder and more demanding than normal is it not? Tick, tock, tick, tock.

[Johanna tripped while she was running in the woods, the video starting from there.

Johanna herself is panting hard, wearing a tank top and short shorts. She's a bit cut up too, but it's not clear why. She's clearly upset about about something though, and has been running quite a bit. Her hands are covering her ears and she lets out a soundless scream.]

SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!

[If you look closely enough, Johanna is trembling. The constant loud ticking has really gotten to her. She has been hallucinate about her time in the quarter quell. It's sensory over load that she can't take. She has no one here.. she has no idea what happened to the rest of them beyond when she saw them before...

Johanna stands, showing that she has a very large axe with her. She swings it like the blade was as light as a feather. It's clear she's an expert with the blade as she aims it right at the closest tree, the wood cut deeply. She just chops and chops wildly, not caring if any bits of wood came back at her.]

FUCK THIS PLACE!