voicemail @ Dane

[PepsiYuuka]

The message is sent as an old fashioned voicemail- phone number, Clownpiece's. Though the sound of breathing dominates the first few seconds because her mouth is too close to the microphone, when she speaks, her tone is deadpan- uncharacteristically colder and less playful than she typically would speak.

"Are you satisfied with the consequences of your actions?

Does it feel good to you to go out back with the proverbial shotgun and shoot a child's pet right in front of her face?

I hope it did. Otherwise I guess you're just an idiot who loves burning bridges faster than he can build them. Which, I guess wouldn't surprise me. Is that a man thing? Maybe it is.

What would possess you to think that what you did was in any way something that anyone should have 'expected' or 'prepared for'- especially when that anyone is a literal child- is beyond me. On the other hand, what did you expect? Soiling your hands with such a burden with her watching?

No, my hands are not spotless. But even I have my limits.

Even I am capable of a basic level of logic that acknowledges that children are primarily emotional creatures who do not fundamentally reach for said logic to explain or deal with traumatic situations. Intent be damned. Suitably bombastic execution kills it where it stands.

Hence we have decided to take our business elsewhere. Indefinitely. None of us have time to deal with someone as thoughtless as you. And certainly not if that thoughtlessness may be putting our lives on the line in the midst of battle.

Enjoy your participation medal. I hope you choke on it.

If I ever see your face or you even think about speaking to my clown daughter ever again, I will personally come to your place of residence and rip your throat out with my teeth.

Go to hell.

I'll see you there."

Any attempt to call back is met with a notice that his number has been blocked.