[No music today. Not that there's been much for the last few weeks. Just the noises of men at work down in the Slums.]
It's been awhile. How's everyone doing? I've been pretty much living here since the rains stopped. Makes coordinating all these reconstruction efforts easier.
We have enough hands down here, but if you ever feel compelled to lend yours, I'm sure our neighbors would welcome the gesture.
[Beat. Lunchtime noises drown the recording for a second or two.]
And, um... is anyone missing a masked cowboy on a white horse?
What the hell kind of joke is this?! What the hell are all these papers?
WHERE DID MY PAPERS AND MY NOTEBOOKS GO?
Hydro?! What the fuck!?
Whoever is responsible for putting these...these things everywhere will stop immediately. Rebuilding half the city is a daunting enough task without having to wade through pools of children's playthings.
Pretty quiet, isn't it?
You mortals must get so bored without me. It's been a while since we've had fun, isn't it? I think we're overdue, here.
What to do, what to do...
Happy Birthday, Harry!
[Recorded, muttered: 'No one's going to get that, either...']
I hope the festival was satisfactory for everyone. I know I enjoyed it. And the hangover the next morning, even.
We should do it again some time.
Hopefully, somewhere, wherever she is, Hannike knows about it.
Does anyone know where I might find a rather large supply of durable thread?
All this exercise leaves me in tatters no matter what I try, I'm afraid. Although there has been some improvement in... other areas.
Perfectly acceptable trade-off, I think!
Aaaahaha! Guess which totally amazing guy is getting out of 'ere soon? If you guessed zis guy, you would be right! But zat was totally easy to guess so you win nothing from me.
[Laughing at his own joke.]
Ahhhh-ha... it will be good to smoke again without being nagged at like a stupid kid.