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0800 Hours: Recording #022

Click.

A loud rattle is the first sound, the ferocious clinking of metal on metal.

"Fuck!"

"No luck?"

A frustrated growl.

"No. What are we gonna do? We can't exactly climb it, can we?"

"Unless you fancy ripping your legs to shreds in the process, then no. I wouldn't advise it."

"Ugh."

The exclamation is dismayed, so dissonant on a voice that is normally so upbeat.

"Cam? Are you recording again?"

"What? No, why? Oh shit, is that light on? Thing must be running out of battery, it always does this when it needs charged. Better watch out, or we might accidentally make that sex tape after all."

"I hate you so much."

"Bite me, gay boy."

"I think you may have surrendered your right to use that insult when you confessed your gay love for me."

There's a pause while they ponder an appropriate comeback.

Click.