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!

Comments

[desperate_times_right]

Okay yeah, but a fight club isn't the same as the Most Dangerous Game shit she was selling me either.

[clowngirl]

Izzat the one where we're hunted together or hunt each other? Is there one where they launch elephants at ya?

Sorry, this ain't my usual genre.

[desperate_times_right]

The one where rich assholes are hunting us for sport, yeah, but that could be anyone.

The elephant is kinda off genre. Charlie Chaplin shit.

[clowngirl]

I hope you're not about to knock Charlie Chaplin.

[desperate_times_right]

Just saying! That physical comedy isn't common in death game pop culture.

[clowngirl]

I'm not sure why, every genre could benefit from a li'l physical comedy if you ask me.

[desperate_times_right]

That's true. It's fine, I don't really think this is a game anyway. Don't think she does either, she was just trying to scare me.