voicetesting.

[sick]

Not the best bloody idea you've ever had, love.

No real point t' take me from, nowhere t' put me — though I guess that sort of thing hasn't stopped any of us before, eh? And I must say, I do rather like the range of opportunities that has opened up.

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[shitestorm]

Yeah — they do that.

[sick]

Guess that really only puts 'em in the same category as all the rest of us sad bastards, eh?

[shitestorm]

Sounds about right, yeah. Except we're the sort that get put on shelves and collect dust when they get bored.

[sick]

I might put up a bit of a fight. Never been one t' sit around and let life take the piss outta me, y' know?

[shitestorm]

Yeah. I know the feeling, mate.

[sick]

What sort of prospects've you been entertaining, then, love?

[shitestorm]

Not nearly enough, I can tell ya that. What about you?

[sick]

Only port it looks like I might make proper harbor in has Lovecraftian beasties up the jacksie, but otherwise, the world's my oyster.

[shitestorm]

Nothing says 'welcome to the party' quite like a sodding freakshow.

Sarah, by the way. [ She extends a hand. ]

[sick]

[ As he takes her hand in his: ] Bruce. Can't say this place lends itself to the whole nice to meet you bit, just 'cos of circumstances, but still.

[shitestorm]

It's bollocks, this place. Endlessly disappointing, where all dreams come to die. That sort of shite. Had worse company, though. Trust me on that.

[sick]

Worse company, eh? I'd love to meet 'em.

[shitestorm]

They keep the place interesting, that's for damn sure.

[sick]

What's that old chestnut — heaven for the climate, hell for the company?

[shitestorm]

On the bloody nose, yeah.

[thekiller]

If you're bored, I got a place in hell all reserved for you.

[administer]

Yeah, it's really somethin'.