[ Voice ]
[ there's the sound of laughter -- horribly amused, verging on evil. it soon fades off, though the hint of mirth doesn't leave the owner's voice. ]
So, someone finally grew a backbone and decided to do something about me, huh? Not exactly the type of place I thought I'd wind up. This is like some sort of five star... What'd'ya call them... Resort compared to where I should be.
I mean, a welcoming basket? Really? How fucking cheesy can you get? You "welcoming committee" members should focus less on prissy troll Martha Stewart shit and more on rotting for the crimes you've undoubtedly bestowed upon your world.
I don't even know why I'm bothering with this. No doubt you're all a horrible waste of time and my precious life.
Prison! [ back to the laughter, before it cuts off. ]