> Think about the Noorth concert and what that is.
Noorth... She's jess some pop star- never was intah that kinda stuff 'nyways. S'all synth and gimmicks these days. 'N Noorth s'got the most gimmicks of 'em all. Too many ta list 'em all- but 'er biggest one issat no one's ever seen 'er face- only 'er shadow 'hind a screen at concerts. Done a good job evadin' paparazzi too. No one's even sure if Noorth's more 'n one person er jess a bunch o' actresses on stage- 'er silhouette keeps changin', but 'er voice is always th'same.
"Woaaaah. Dude. Sup. You're looking clean! You finally shave or something? What was that before- 2 months growth. Ahahahahaa."
Fuckin' Allen. So what if I can't grow a fuckin' beard with out it lookin' scragglier than a 15 year old's? Asshole's gotta rub it in ma face every chance 'e gets. Least I ain't linin' my toques wit tinfoil.
"Fuck off 'n just read this report- I'll send it ta ya."
"Looks like someone got in a fight- I'm guessing this is important? Had a patient? He trouble?"
"She- and they're lookin' ta shape up to be some. She's part 'a Meltdown."
"...Well, shit dude. It doesn't look like that happened through a hit though. Maybe it just overheated, or short-cicuited or somethin'?"
"Maybe. Coulda easily overheated 'cause o' a fight tho."
"....Need a place to crash?"
Fuck. I hate movin'- I always have trouble figurin' out what ta bring and what not ta.