Bellum Letale--A Pre-Made Roleplaying Community

[Private to 501]

You went crying to my boyfriend right when you left the club the other night, didn't you? I gotta thank you for being so thoughtful, sugar.

{A voice post. The sound comes in with a metallic click, in contrast to the static-filled recordings posted previous.

There are two voices on the recording. One is so muffled and vague that all it really does is fill the pauses after the second voice speaks, and it is so distorted that it can't be determined whether the person speaking is male or female. The second voice is the Landlord, clear, distinct, and instantly identifiable.}

"What do you mean, fired? You don't fucking fire me. I've met all the requirements of the job. With gusto."

"Of course they've gotten out of line sometimes, that's how the world fucking works. They're children. I can't control everything they do."

"Keep them in line better? I told them I'd slaughter innocents at random, and that fucking wasn't enough for them. You didn't exactly give me a bevy of options as far as punishment."

"Unsatisfactory!? I'll give you fucking unsatisfactory. Jog. The fuck. On."

{A door slams shut. Silence.}

((OOC Note: No replies to this post will be responded to, but as this has been posted directly to the forums, everyone is free to reply and discuss amongst themselves as they see fit.))