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damned_institute2010-01-02 02:57 am
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Day 46: Intercom, Dusk
The intercom clicked on and the Head Doctor seemed to be smacking on the remains of his dinner – or maybe dessert.
"Mmf...? ...MMmf!" He seemed to swallow, then continued with: "Sorry about that – I suppose I hit the microphone button a little earlier than I meant to! Ha ha ha... well, anyway, wasn't all of that delicious? Why, the gravy sauce alone–"
Footsteps could be heard walking into his office, along with the slam of a door. A female voice whispered something and the sound of the Head Doctor chewing suddenly stopped.
Although the intercom didn't turn off, the lights began to dim...
"Mmf...? ...MMmf!" He seemed to swallow, then continued with: "Sorry about that – I suppose I hit the microphone button a little earlier than I meant to! Ha ha ha... well, anyway, wasn't all of that delicious? Why, the gravy sauce alone–"
Footsteps could be heard walking into his office, along with the slam of a door. A female voice whispered something and the sound of the Head Doctor chewing suddenly stopped.
Although the intercom didn't turn off, the lights began to dim...