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[onlyhearmusic]

[a lyrical hum cuts in, almost as if someone didn't know what they were doing]

"Leave yer message."

[oh. no, he knew. he just didn't care. the beep comes after another brief humming stops.]

Comments

[onlyhearmusic]

Don't be so obtuse. One of ya damn wardens.

Ulla, her name was.

[abrightboy]

Right, well, if you’re talking about whatever she decided was the appropriate penalty for what you did… I don’t know her well, but I know this: you don’t want to cross her. What did she do?

[onlyhearmusic]

A right good punishment, truly. I commend her fer her cleverness. It works perhaps a bit more than she expected though...

Tha noise makes it quite hard ta get any sleep.

[abrightboy]

Noise inside your head or outside your head?

[onlyhearmusic]

[He hadn't anticipated that question. He huffs as if offended.]

What tha hell is that supposed ta mean? What does that matter?

[abrightboy]

The techniques for dealing with it are different depending on which one it is.

[onlyhearmusic]

No. Her curse gone fer yer interview. No substitutions.

[abrightboy]

Okay. I have decades of experience with psychosis and disrupted sleep, but you want what you want. FYI, there is nothing you have or know that anyone will be willing to cross Ulla for. Call me if you change your mind. Sleep tight!

[He disconnects.]

[onlyhearmusic]

[He won't. Music > sleep.]