HA131A | Voice | Day 23

[clowngirl]

[Really? A walkie-talkie? Luckily for all involved, Harley knows exactly how these work thanks to years of overhearing police radios and watching a little movie called Smokey and the Bandit.]

Breaker! Breaker! Eggs and baker!

This is Burt Reynold's Moustache comin' in with a Whiskey Tango Foxtrot and requestin' a 10-20 on myself. We got some sorta 10-15, 5150 situation goin' on with a negatory on 420-69. Is this a good kidnappin' or a bad kidnappin'? I repeat, good kidnap-slash-bad kidnap-question mark.

Smooches. Seacrest out! Over!

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[desperate_times_right]

About six storeys above a couple poor saps camping in the rain.

There's a crater.

[clowngirl]

Now that's a helluva punchline. Rest In Pachyderm, saps.

[desperate_times_right]

They didn't even get hurt! Well. A piece of their tent fell on the poet. Otherwise unscathed.

Can't say the same for the elephant. Poor girl.

[clowngirl]

Oh. Well now it's a li'l sad.

[As opposed to before, when the casualties were just some people.]

[desperate_times_right]

At least it was quick? Probably? Sounded quick.