[The recording clicks on with an immediate clatter, a soft rumbling noise very close to the mic - sounding suspiciously like a cat purring. There's a shifting noise and a small "fwump", followed by a grumble.]Nyeah sure, but are you
ready for nudity...? Imean, sumthing smells like--...
[The purring noise recedes, and the room is quiet for several moments, save for some muttering.]No, Mom... Dunmake me eat the polenta. S'nasti.
.......
...
OW. Er--
[A moment of tossing and turning, or something of the sort.]Minwit,
lemme lone.
( [ooc] )