[ Recorded ]
Jun. 28th, 2007 12:17 amW-What the hell- My arm! It's... b-blood? Feels like it's on fucking fire- I think someone shot me!
[quiet curses and grunts of pain] I can't work right with a busted arm.
Oh, great. They're done and delivered.
[ a sigh, then pause or whatever while he puts a shirt on ]
Weeeeeeell, I suppose that'll teach me to get cocky, won't it? Actually, not really.
Hey, Elliot? If you happen to see me anytime soon ... I really don't want to hear it. [ :( ]
[ ooc: Yeah, I need to stop doing the OOC notes here. Anyway, Danny lost basketball game round two to Clarice, and as per their initial agreement, he'll be wearing shirts made by the ghosts stating such. He has one for each day of the week! Poor guy. I love humiliating him. :3 ]
[all dictated]
All right, let's give this guy a test run. [sounds of switches being flipped, followed by a very audible 'fzzt!']
Aw, shell. That wasn't supposed to happen.
[Recorded faint gunshots]
These two are definitely more irritating than the one that constantly does this to my wall.
Idiots.
No one was seriously hurt, were they?