Fios a dhéanamh do dhuine

I don't need any more fucking bread!

Oh, for fuck's sake, do you know how much bread is in me bloody freezer?

I don't even fucking know why, it was some shite I did back before, but that was three bloody years ago and -

No more bread.

....the Guinness, that shite can stay.

[There's a bed, and in the middle of the bed, there's a lump. The lump shifts and a shock of dark hair is shown, and then Eden yawns]

It's too bloody early.

[Bloody. Hmmm.]

And I'm fuckin' hungry.

[The lump moves around a bit and then Eden finally pokes her entire head out of the covers and looks at the clock]

Holy shite is it really already six? Did I just waste an entire fuckin' Sunday?

I was walkin' out of me flat to go to work and me foot slid through a bloody floorboard. Sliced me fuckin' leg to shite. Normally when people have more splinters than leg they stay home but I fuckin' work in a bleedin' hospital.

I think we need a new fuckin' flat.

[Yes they did move only like...six months ago! Surprise]

One where the floorboards don' fuckin' attack me.

I've got another few minutes here, so I thought I'd share this beeeeeep amazin' number, yeah?

And in case yeh were outta the beeeeeep loop, this will round out this time. Listen up, skangers, I'm only playin' it once.

[There is the sound of sleep - heavy, slow breathing, and then someone moving. Eden is pressing her very cold nose against Frankie's neck.]

Mmm.

[More shifting.]

Damien, yeh stole the bloody covers again.

[A long pause, then a loud thunk!]

What the fuck kind of name is Damien?

[A woman's screech, and the audio cuts out.]

[ooc: Frankie is red text!]

I'm not haulin' eggs, especially if I can' fuckin' eat them. This is shite, and I refuse to fuckin' do it.

We're goin' to get eaten doin' this. Isn' that what happened in that one movie about this crap? Jurassic Park?

Honestly I'm feeling a bit put out.

I think this curse actually passed me by.

[The audio turns on suddenly to a whimper]

Ah, shite. Can' come in tomorrow-

[Pause and a hiss]

House that means for yeh, all right? I can' come in tomorrow. I'll let yeh know when I can.

Frankie, bring home somethin' to eat, all right? For a few days. Don' feel like cookin'.

According to Amory, I'm a monkey. I looked it up, not because I didn't believe what he had to say, but yeah, basically.

Occupying the 9th position on the Chinese Zodiac, the Monkey possesses such character traits as curiosity, mischievousness, and cleverness. Forever playful, Monkeys are the masters of practical jokes. Even though their intentions are always good, this desire to be a prankster has a tendency to create ill will and hurt feelings.

Although they are inherently intellectual and creative, Monkeys at times have trouble exhibiting these qualities. When that happens, they appear to others to be confused. But nothing could be further from the truth as Monkeys thrive on being challenged. Monkeys prefer urban life to rural, and their favorite pastime is people-watching.

This shite is kind of vague, isn't it?

Then I went to look up the other sign, I guess it's the Greek or some crap like that, and apparently I'm a Virgo, which is even more vague.

How the fuck do people come up with this crap?

And how the hell does it have anything to do with rabbits that light on fire?

End of the month comes up on three years. Shite. You'd think I'd stop coming up with these questions.

This...isn't right.

[There's the sound of someone's shoes squeaking on the floor.]

Chase?

Chase!, which part of the hospital is...

Chase?

Hey! Are yeh ignorin'...

I swear to fuckin' - hello! Hello? Is this a curse?

[And she turns her attention to the Network device]

Someone had better well bloody hear me! Isn't one fuckin' maze per week enough?