001 - Voice
Mar. 11th, 2010 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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?
—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?
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Date: 2010-03-12 07:58 pm (UTC)'Up the arse' isn't a valid response.
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Date: 2010-03-18 01:10 am (UTC)But if you must know... Iago.
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