[The voice in Ned's inbox isn't pleasant, because it never is. Unless he's on tv or he wants something. And right now, even though he does want something, nothing is motivation enough to make him be pleasant right now. When he's in goddamn fucking space and he's still sore about having to leave his whole life behind with no say in the matter.]
Somebody told me you were the guy to talk to about working out a deal for a supply of cigarettes. Something about garden work?
[a beat, and an exaggerated sigh]
Talking like this I feel like I'm in prison. But whatever, getting back to the point, I'm willing to listen if you wanna work something out. Give me a call whenever. Not like I have anywhere better to be.
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voice;
Somebody told me you were the guy to talk to about working out a deal for a supply of cigarettes. Something about garden work?
[a beat, and an exaggerated sigh]
Talking like this I feel like I'm in prison. But whatever, getting back to the point, I'm willing to listen if you wanna work something out. Give me a call whenever. Not like I have anywhere better to be.
[And then the call abruptly cuts.]