SWITCHBOARD

[transmittable]

If you'd like to ask the Transmitter something over the phone, go right ahead! The Transmitter will answer the phone as soon as she's available. Leaving messages is impossible, given how old these phones are, but you should be able to reach her at almost all hours.

Comments are screened for privacy; all Patients are offered confidentiality, didn't you know?

Comments

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Others have already asked, and no, that's not something we can provide.

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You lot are really strapped for cash, aren't you? My word, I hope we don't end up starving.

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Oh, you don't have to worry about that. It's less what can be afforded and more what can be obtained. Money has no factor in all of this.

[protectandselfserve]

...where are you getting the meat, then? It's very good. Very nice looking.

[transmittable]

Trade secret.

[protectandselfserve]

It's at least beef, pork, chicken, and whatnot, right...?

[transmittable]

Right. You're not eating dog... or people, or anything like that, Eccentric. This is no Soylent Green.

[protectandselfserve]

Ah, good! I'm not very confident in my Charleston Heston impersonation, so I didn't want to have to break it out if it was people.

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While opinions of us are mixed for very good reason, there will be NO forced cannibalism in this hospital.

[protectandselfserve]

You know, sometimes that's the best you can say about a situation. At least you won't have to resort to cannibalism!

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Exactly. You've got it made.

[protectandselfserve]

We're really living the life of Riley with our Real Meat here.

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[ There's a small burst of feedback, and a significant more bit of distortion, as the Transmitter laughs. ]

"What a revoltin' development THIS is!"

[ Less distortion. ]

Ain't that right?

[protectandselfserve]

...I feel like I'm missing something...?

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...What? No- no, c'mon, you were- you were doing a thing, right? ...Right? It was...

[ The feedback grows to an unbelievable amount. Through the Transmitter's voice, it almost sounds like more voices speak, all somewhat robotic. ]

Sweet suburb songs. Over the waves. Don't flip your wig.

[ ...And just like that, it's gone. ]

...Sorry. Sorry 'bout that, uh. Must've been a misunderstanding.

[protectandselfserve]

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Erm. Mitsy. Are you... feeling alright? Do you need a nice cup of tea, maybe?

[transmittable]

Fine. Feeling fine. We think we need to...disconnect, for the time being.

[protectandselfserve]

...Yes. That might be a good idea. Have a good rest of the day, I suppose...!