voice testing.

[byanyname]

I'd say this is pretty unusual. One minute I'm kicking around the old distillery, the next I'm... wherever you said this place is. Where'd you say, again?

None of my business. Right.

Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered by all of this attention, but don't you got other things you should be doing? If you're as busy as you say you are, you oughtta get to work. Time waits for no man. Or woman. Whatever it is they say.

Besides, you don't need to worry about me; I ain't a difficult customer. I can keep myself plenty entertained. Might even turn a quick profit, I find the way in. And don't I always?

I've got a knack for survival, after all.

Comments

[dowhatisays]

Well good fucking luck in this place, pal. You end up getting landed in a place even got real fucking money or booze and then you gotta deal with getting fucked around with every third fucking day.

[Not that Charlie's bitter. That would be ridiculous.]

[byanyname]

Sounds like a real riot. What'd you do, fall into a nightmare?

[dowhatisays]

Just abouts. Sos I'd keep your weaselly fucking head downs if I were yous. If your real lucky maybe you'll get left the fuck alone.

[byanyname]

The way I hear it, I don't get a lotta say in the matter. Maybe I'll end up in that nightmare, right beside you. Thinka the time we could have.

[Wouldn't that be fun for everyone? A crash course in how to make a nightmare even worse.

Mickey shakes his head, laughs.] Nahhh, I don't think I'm goin' anywhere, at all. I'll just set up camp hearabouts, see what comes along.