-n’t believe that horrible, horrible man would do this to me. [A huffing sigh] The nerve! After stepping all over my lovely face, and dragging me by my hair -
Will! WILL! William T. Spears, if you think for one minute that dropping me here on a ship in the middle of I don’t even know what part of the ocean even begins to resemble a fair reprimand, you are SORELY MISTAKEN!
[Silence for a couple of seconds, then a quiet whine] I don’t even know where I am. Some supervisor, that Will. Always so overzealous with the -
Oh, and I didn’t even do anything wrong! Certainly not anything to warrant this sort of treatment. [Another huffing sigh, then a long silence with intermittent shuffling noises, as if the person carrying the device is walking around]
Just what is this ridiculous contraption anyway? Where is my scythe? And how am I supposed to use this to -
How's my driving? Concrit here is entirely welcome! Please be as thorough as possible and give clear examples. Oh, and please do keep in mind what the "con" in "concrit" stands for - constructive!
Just, uh, do me the favor of saying whatever you have to say to my face, OK? [I.e. - anon is off; screening is on.]