audio ✁ ❛ towards the door we never opened ❜

[misfortunes]

Good afternoon—City, isn't it? I suppose this is an offer for work; we're rather in need of doctors—a physician, a surgeon. . . a veterinarian. . .

Vincent. Instead of asking for things we don't need—

[ Though that would make one wonder about his definition of "need." ]

—why don't you try asking for a way out, instead? That way, we won't keep anyone waiting any longer.

Well—the master's overstrained himself, after all. . . [ but, returning to the audiofeed - ] It's a matter of some urgency, you see. It seems we won't be staying.

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[misfortunes]

So it speaks after all. . . ? And the same language, to think.

[sickbeat]

Don't count your chickens before they hatch, dude.

Anyway, do I have to repeat the perfectly readable and understandable text I sent you?

[misfortunes]

It is more convenient, isn't it, since you've begun to speak already. . .

[sickbeat]

From what I heard and what you'll undoubtedly hear from about five other people at least, you can't leave. There's some kinda barrier around the place.

[misfortunes]

One everyone's tested once or twice, it seems! Really, it's quite a nursery tale.

[sickbeat]

You must have really shitty nursery tales where you're from.

[misfortunes]

Haven't any been read to you? You sound about the age!

[sickbeat]

My nursery rhymes involved swords and getting attacked out of nowhere by my Bro.

[misfortunes]

You hoped he'd attack you?

[sickbeat]

What I hoped and what I got were two completely different things.

[misfortunes]

Perhaps he ought to have tried harder, then!

[sickbeat]

No thanks. I like having my ass attached to me. It's useful.

[misfortunes]

May it never detach, then.