038 (Voice/Video) And, all the while, coyote keeps on singing....
[There's some scratching sounds on the microphone and what to human ears will sound like a frustrated dog's growling is actually Gabriel swearing and trying to urge HIS NEWFOUND PAWS to operate the controls on his journal. After a moment of cojoling, the video clicks on and there's an EXTREME CLOSE-UP OF A PAIR OF AMBER EYES AND A SNOUT... And then Gabriel hops back, revealing... A coyote. Sitting in a chair, tilting his head at the camera.]
...Honestly? I was kinda expecting a lot worse.
[Now watch as he realizes that only the fraction of the Barge that is currently animal in nature actually understands what he just said. HE CAN ONLY BE ANNOYING TO A SMALL PORTION OF THE POPULACE.]
...Honestly? I was kinda expecting a lot worse.
[Now watch as he realizes that only the fraction of the Barge that is currently animal in nature actually understands what he just said. HE CAN ONLY BE ANNOYING TO A SMALL PORTION OF THE POPULACE.]
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You're a Pomeranian right now, aren'tcha?
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[SPAM]
Lucky for you, I don't use doors.
[AND NOW TO CONSIDER HER TININESS WITH AN AMUSED HEADTILT.]
Well. You're not a Pomeranian or a chihuahua. That was gonna be my second guess.
[SPAM]
Stuff it, longshanks. [She limps over to him.]
[SPAM]
Just be thankful I don't feel the need to take advantage of your wounded prey animal state right now. That'd be awkward to explain in the morning.
[SPAM]
[SPAM]
Okay. You made your point.
[SPAM]
At least you can get us out of here. I'd hate to be stuck until this is over.
[SPAM]
[SPAM]
If you're just here to be a smug jackass at me, get lost.
[SPAM]
I'm always a smug jackass at you, but... Since I'm not going anywhere, guess I'll just say you win. [He leans over and licks her. Because he can totally get away with it. And it's hilarious. LOOK, IT'S AN APOLOGY LICK, MURPHY. ACCEPT HIS AFFECTION.]
[SPAM]
[SPAM]
Oh c'mon, Murphy. Be a sport.
[He tries working his way further under and realizes he's stuck. He tries backing up... And that doesn't work. Cue a lot of furious scrabbling of his hindlegs as the claustrophobia kicks in before his... Logical "I CAN JUST TELEPORT, DUH" reaction kicks in.]
[SPAM]
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Which just leads to him teleporting them both out from under the bed. VICTORY FOR GABRIEL. He shakes himself off and then flops down, effectively blocking Murphy from making the trip back under the bed.]
You were finished sulking, anyway. You're welcome.
[SPAM]
[SPAM]
[SPAM]
I want out. [This is said with definitive certainty, as she trots over to the door and starts digging at the base of it for a moment before stopping herself and pacing in front of it instead.]
[SPAM]
What's that? Did I hear something that sounded like, "Please, Gabriel, let me out of this room?"
[SPAM]
[SPAM]
[In sing-song] Say it.
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