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[Video, Sunday morning]
Jul. 7th, 2013 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anuglyman[The face on the network now is not a happy one. This beaky-nosed older gentleman, with his expensive suit and tie and his lightly feathered hair, looks rather coolly displeased. The background is that of the outside of the ship, since he’s apparently found his way out, though he hasn't gone very far yet.]
I’m not sure just who thought it was a good idea to be kidnapping people? But I can assure you, whoever you are, it was a very. Bad. Idea. You have kidnapped entirely the wrong person.
[When he smiles, just one corner of his mouth turning up, it doesn’t look particularly cheerful. It looks a little threatening, actually.]
Whoever is behind this, I have much more important things to do than dealing with you, but believe me, dearie, I will make the time if I have to. I’m assuming, whoever you are, you’re paying attention to things said on this device you left me, so I’m sure you can see this. Send me back where I came from... and I might decide not to make you sorry.
[And he waits, leaning back a little in the camera’s view, both hands resting on the grip of his cane. Somewhat impatiently, and fully expecting someone to say something back-- whether it’s a smart something... or a stupid something. He has places to be, and he’d rather not linger here longer than he has to.]
I’m not sure just who thought it was a good idea to be kidnapping people? But I can assure you, whoever you are, it was a very. Bad. Idea. You have kidnapped entirely the wrong person.
[When he smiles, just one corner of his mouth turning up, it doesn’t look particularly cheerful. It looks a little threatening, actually.]
Whoever is behind this, I have much more important things to do than dealing with you, but believe me, dearie, I will make the time if I have to. I’m assuming, whoever you are, you’re paying attention to things said on this device you left me, so I’m sure you can see this. Send me back where I came from... and I might decide not to make you sorry.
[And he waits, leaning back a little in the camera’s view, both hands resting on the grip of his cane. Somewhat impatiently, and fully expecting someone to say something back-- whether it’s a smart something... or a stupid something. He has places to be, and he’d rather not linger here longer than he has to.]
