Someone has to ride herd on all the little bastards. That's my job.
[But he sounds a little less confident now. Just for a moment. And then he's back to normal. There's some noises in the background as he digs his Blackberry out of his pocket and tries to make it do.]
They're never gonna survive the election now. Fucking bad enough when I was there, but the head's off the bloody chicken now, and—fuck.
[Electronic chirping, none of which sounds very promising.]
Afterlife's got no mobile reception, does it? Of course not.
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Date: 2010-03-11 10:02 pm (UTC)[But he sounds a little less confident now. Just for a moment. And then he's back to normal. There's some noises in the background as he digs his Blackberry out of his pocket and tries to make it do.]
They're never gonna survive the election now. Fucking bad enough when I was there, but the head's off the bloody chicken now, and—fuck.
[Electronic chirping, none of which sounds very promising.]
Afterlife's got no mobile reception, does it? Of course not.