[Audio Post]
Jan. 28th, 2010 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[--An excited voice cuts into the audio feed, sounding agitated]
I’m telling you that doesn’t matter—Quit being a dick, I’ve got a job to do! Send me home!
Look, can I talk to somebody about this other than the Great and Powerful Oz? I’m not supposed to be here.
Look – you can’t jack a guy from his own reality when he’s about to die. I’m always about to die. Believe me; I’m totally cool with it!
Also, who the Hell took the blades out of my utility gloves? I custom made those, and it was hella expensive. Give 'em back!
I’m telling you that doesn’t matter—Quit being a dick, I’ve got a job to do! Send me home!
Look, can I talk to somebody about this other than the Great and Powerful Oz? I’m not supposed to be here.
Look – you can’t jack a guy from his own reality when he’s about to die. I’m always about to die. Believe me; I’m totally cool with it!
Also, who the Hell took the blades out of my utility gloves? I custom made those, and it was hella expensive. Give 'em back!
Voice
Date: 2010-01-29 03:25 am (UTC)Voice
Date: 2010-01-29 03:34 am (UTC)It's not that sort of rehabilitation. It's more like the sort they do with prisoners than dodgy celebrities.
Voice
Date: 2010-01-29 03:40 am (UTC)[He chuffs]
Well it's not right. And I'll find a way out.
Voice
Date: 2010-01-29 03:46 am (UTC)I'm Martha, Martha Jones. I'm one of the wardens here, as well as a Doctor in the infirmary.