[Gordon Cole is no stranger to the strange, but this takes the cake.
This takes the whole damn bakery, actually.
It wasn't enough to find himself thoroughly lost in a place he's never been before, no. Of course not. It's one thing after another after another for him, and he's suddenly wishing he'd been more thankful that he was always the one lingering just past the reach of the shadows that seemed to follow those under his command.
But, he guesses, this was bound to happen eventually.
Anyway, this situation right here proves false the popular belief that he likes the sound of his own voice.
He pokes a few buttons on his Gear in what will probably a futile attempt to establish contact. Regardless, he's going to yell at the thing anyway.]
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This takes the whole damn bakery, actually.
It wasn't enough to find himself thoroughly lost in a place he's never been before, no. Of course not. It's one thing after another after another for him, and he's suddenly wishing he'd been more thankful that he was always the one lingering just past the reach of the shadows that seemed to follow those under his command.
But, he guesses, this was bound to happen eventually.
Anyway, this situation right here proves false the popular belief that he likes the sound of his own voice.
He pokes a few buttons on his Gear in what will probably a futile attempt to establish contact. Regardless, he's going to yell at the thing anyway.]
WHAT THE HELL?