Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
Nix to Declan:Begin transcript__esting. Hello, hellooo, anybody out there? Check, check, one, two. Soft pee. Puh, puh. Resonance! Sooooooft pee. Alpha bravo disco tango duck.This is Nïx! I__ the Ever-Knowing One, a goddess incandescent, incomparable, and irresistible. But enough about what you think of me. It__ a beautiful day in New Orleans. The wind is out of the east at a steady five knots and clouds look like rabbits _ But enough about what you think of me!Now, down to business__quirrel!Where was I? [Long pause] Why am I in Regin__ car? Bertil, you crawl right back out of that bong this minute!Oh, I remember! I am hereby laying down this track for Magister Declan Chase. If you are a mortal of the recorder peon class, know that Dekko and I go waaaaay back, and he__l go berserk (snicker snicker) if he doesn__ receive this transmittal. _Chase, riddle me this: what__ beautiful but monstrous, long of tooth but sharp of tooth and soft of mind, and can never ever tell a lie?That__ right. The Enemy of Old can be very useful to you. So use him already.P.S. Your middle name__ about to be spelled r-e-g-r-e-t.And with that, I must bid you adieu. Don__ worry, we__l catch up very soon. _[Muffled] Who__ mummy__ wittle echolocator? That__ right__ou are!__nd transcript
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Nix to Declan:Begin transcript__esting. Hello, hellooo, anybody out there? Check, check, one, two. Soft pee. Puh, puh. Resonance! Sooooooft pee. Alpha bravo disco tango duck.This is Nïx! I__ the Ever-Knowing One, a goddess incandescent, incomparable, and irresistible. But enough about what you think of me. It__ a beautiful day in New Orleans. The wind is out of the east at a steady five knots and clouds look like rabbits _ But enough about what you think of me!Now, down to business__quirrel!Where was I? [Long pause] Why am I in Regin__ car? Bertil, you crawl right back out of that bong this minute!Oh, I remember! I am hereby laying down this track for Magister Declan Chase. If you are a mortal of the recorder peon class, know that Dekko and I go waaaaay back, and he__l go berserk (snicker snicker) if he doesn__ receive this transmittal. _Chase, riddle me this: what__ beautiful but monstrous, long of tooth but sharp of tooth and soft of mind, and can never ever tell a lie?That__ right. The Enemy of Old can be very useful to you. So use him already.P.S. Your middle name__ about to be spelled r-e-g-r-e-t.And with that, I must bid you adieu. Don__ worry, we__l catch up very soon. _[Muffled] Who__ mummy__ wittle echolocator? That__ right__ou are!__nd transcript
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