2nd Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

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Rodents are supposed to die when you step on them. What is the matter with these creatures!

[There are a series of loud stomps, followed by cursing. In many languages.]

Get away! Disgusting little beasts!

Comments

[infernaldork.livejournal.com]

[Eliot has not ventured outside, per agreement with Louis to lay low. This does not mean that he cannot listen to what's going on and feel frustrated that, without Lady Dawn, he cannot do anything.]

Maybe contain them?

[heavyweaponsbot]

How?

They are rodents. And they are swarming.

[infernaldork.livejournal.com]

With mus--

[Eliot shuts up before 'music' properly makes its way out of his mouth.

Lady Dawn. Powerless. Music, in that light, would make him look pretty silly.]

Do you have pepper or a hot sauce?

[In the realm of suggestions, that is the dorkiest that can come. No wonder Eliot suggested it.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

And what would that accomplish? Hmn?

[infernaldork.livejournal.com]

[That is a bit of clipped silence. When he speaks again, it is quieter, more assured, but darker in the slightest of undertones.]

It's a rodent repellent.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then you try it.