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[wizzardly]

VOICEMAIL:

"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."

Comments

[wizzardly]

The Sender of Eight isn't exactly a figure I bring up in conversation, no. Or even think about, if I can help it.

[a beat.]

But it... had to be him, I mean he didn't admit it, but it - well I know I'm not going mad, all right, I haven't seen it since or anything. [defensively.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm not suggesting you're seeing things. I just haven't known him to be able to do that.

Perhaps it is because he owns you, or perhaps it was -- well, other imPorts could have illusory powers.

[wizzardly]

Him saying he owns me doesn't actually mean it, you know. [snapped out.] I wish you'd stop saying that.

What, and just randomly be a bastard? Find it funny to frighten the wizard? 'Isn't it just hilarious when we send Rincewind scrambling?'

[slightlyoffchilt]

Does it not? Given his power? I think it is important that we remain realistic.

-- And, well, yes. We have a supreme collection of bastards among our population, I wouldn't rule that out.

[wizzardly]

...Right, fair point. About the bastards, I mean, not the ownership. I haven't dodged slavers for this long just to admit to wearing some delusional god's collar.

But I suppose that means it could've been anyone. All the more reason I'll be thankful to get that prescription filled. You'll send that to me?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Or the pharmacy directly, based on your insurance information.

Take care of yourself, in the meanwhile. If circumstances with Lucifer get too thorny... Well. Give me a call, won't you?

[wizzardly]

You're the first number in my phone, I assure you. - And do remember my advice as well this time.

[Don't Trust Lords.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Of course, of course. I'll speak with you again soon.