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[Backdated to earlier today]
[The first thing that's visible is a close-up of a bright blue cat's eye. It pulls back, showing that it belongs to a sleek, short-haired lilac-point Siamese. She looks distinctly unimpressed, aiming an unamused stare at the communicator before turning to speak.] You're on, Sterling.
Shut up. [Archer grabs the communicator and glares down at it. A few notes: he's dressed in Victorian clothing, a very fine waistcoat and cravat; he's speaking with an English accent; and he is uncharacteristically badly-groomed, all messy hair and rumpled sleeves. There's also the talking cat.] Is this a joke? Since you've somehow managed to abduct me here, the least you could do is make sure the accommodations are livable. Look!
[He pans the camera over his cabin, which is just as modern and fancy as it normally is. It just looks lived-in, bed unmade and clothes thrown on the floor, a few books and empty bottles on the tables.] See? Filthy! I've seen neater huts built by savages on primitive islands. If this place is meant to be so special, one would think there'd be staff.
Somebody get a maid in here. You don't want me to contact my mother.
[The first thing that's visible is a close-up of a bright blue cat's eye. It pulls back, showing that it belongs to a sleek, short-haired lilac-point Siamese. She looks distinctly unimpressed, aiming an unamused stare at the communicator before turning to speak.] You're on, Sterling.
Shut up. [Archer grabs the communicator and glares down at it. A few notes: he's dressed in Victorian clothing, a very fine waistcoat and cravat; he's speaking with an English accent; and he is uncharacteristically badly-groomed, all messy hair and rumpled sleeves. There's also the talking cat.] Is this a joke? Since you've somehow managed to abduct me here, the least you could do is make sure the accommodations are livable. Look!
[He pans the camera over his cabin, which is just as modern and fancy as it normally is. It just looks lived-in, bed unmade and clothes thrown on the floor, a few books and empty bottles on the tables.] See? Filthy! I've seen neater huts built by savages on primitive islands. If this place is meant to be so special, one would think there'd be staff.
Somebody get a maid in here. You don't want me to contact my mother.
