Spinning Compass Comunications

(Mumbling in French)

Merde, c'est ce travail?

(Cracking and banging before the sound becomes clear)

Bonsoir. Er... Hello.

I would like to introduire... introduce myself.

Je m'appelle Enjolras. I am named Enjolras.

Je suis arrivé ce matin... this morning.

Quelqu'un parle Français?

Hiro? Did you make it out? Where are you?

Come get your birthday present.

I'm back. Where are you? I could really use a cuddle right now.

A little bird told me you might want to speak with me?

[In a much stronger accent than usual, his voice low, speaking at a slow and deliberate pace.]

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve,
And fare-thee-weel, a while,
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile.