001 - Voice

[fuckitybye]

[Prior to this, anyone near Malcom's room (level 7, room 5) will have heard him banging about in confusion for a bit; as his cabin looks like his office at No. 10, that's where he thinks he is. Then, in an attempt to page his assistant, he accidentally turns on the voice posting device and a loud Scottish voice is heard:]

—Sam? SAM? The fuck is up with putting a bed in here? This some kind of fucking joke? I can ream out that twat Nicholson just fine with him bent over my fucking desk, aye?

[Pause.]

Sam?

Oh, for fuck's sake—

[Sound of door opening. Long, stunned silence.]

What the fuck?

Comments

[beam-me.livejournal.com]

It should've. Especially this particular Scotsman. Too late to make an addendum?

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

I think, generally, as a text, it's not very editable.

You could always ask Aziraphale, he collects rare Bibles. Maybe it's in one of those.

[beam-me.livejournal.com]

No, I s'pose it isn't.

Yanking on my chain, as they say, mate. I'll have this discussion with Aziraphale regardless. If only to make your ears ring.

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

You would do it just for that reason, wouldn't you?

[beam-me.livejournal.com]

It's only right that we give each other a little hell. Keeps us sharp!