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[ You can hear her tinkering around with something metal. Something heavy will clunk down once in a while, or you'll hear the grating of steel on steel. The voice, when it comes, is a little bitchy and very English: ]
Here's how it fucking is. This place has proper flushing toilets, ATM machines, taxis, petrol, and electric lights -- and it still manages to be a complete bloody shitehole if you can't pay for piss.
I've got one crazy psychic who wants chickens, another who's been living in a fucking library, and Jesus, I want a place with a bleeding garage. Can't very well filch that, so the way I see it, there's only one option.
[ Something that sounds vaguely like an engine sputters, and she coughs. ]
Right then. Don't suppose anyone has use for a psychic or a mechanic, or both. I don't have a proper CV, but I helped destroy the world once.
[ The engine makes a noise like a horrible, high-pitched squeak. She groans and mutters under her breath: ]
God, I need to get laid. Or plastered.
Here's how it fucking is. This place has proper flushing toilets, ATM machines, taxis, petrol, and electric lights -- and it still manages to be a complete bloody shitehole if you can't pay for piss.
I've got one crazy psychic who wants chickens, another who's been living in a fucking library, and Jesus, I want a place with a bleeding garage. Can't very well filch that, so the way I see it, there's only one option.
[ Something that sounds vaguely like an engine sputters, and she coughs. ]
Right then. Don't suppose anyone has use for a psychic or a mechanic, or both. I don't have a proper CV, but I helped destroy the world once.
[ The engine makes a noise like a horrible, high-pitched squeak. She groans and mutters under her breath: ]
God, I need to get laid. Or plastered.