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File #003 :audio | written:
[The audio file follows exactly as it is written, save for a few places where Walter stutters or mumbles.]
Greetings fellow inmates of Luceti, my name is Walter Bishop and I am constructing a laboratory in my living space. If anyone should come across any equipment that may be of use in doing so, I would be most obliged if you could tell me.
Now, onto the important matters. I was told there are others who are experts or at least versed in transdimensional world travelling and I should very much like to speak to them. Particularly the one named "Tony Stark" if he is available. A young girl named Harlem said I should say hello to you.
I have also heard there were others involved in a failed attempt at returning home. I should very much like to speak to these individuals if they are still present. I believe we may be able to help each other.
Also, if anyone has seen a set of tuning forks, I seem to have misplaced them.
Please check your microwave ovens and other such devices before turning them on. It would be most unfortunate if you should end up with one in your neck.
Thank you for your time.
Oh, and residents of Building 1. Flame Building - what an unfortunate name - if you see sugar cubes lying on the counters, please return them to me. But do not touch them with your bare hands. Thank you.
Greetings fellow inmates of Luceti, my name is Walter Bishop and I am constructing a laboratory in my living space. If anyone should come across any equipment that may be of use in doing so, I would be most obliged if you could tell me.
Now, onto the important matters. I was told there are others who are experts or at least versed in transdimensional world travelling and I should very much like to speak to them. Particularly the one named "Tony Stark" if he is available. A young girl named Harlem said I should say hello to you.
I have also heard there were others involved in a failed attempt at returning home. I should very much like to speak to these individuals if they are still present. I believe we may be able to help each other.
Also, if anyone has seen a set of tuning forks, I seem to have misplaced them.
Please check your microwave ovens and other such devices before turning them on. It would be most unfortunate if you should end up with one in your neck.
Thank you for your time.
Oh, and residents of Building 1. Flame Building - what an unfortunate name - if you see sugar cubes lying on the counters, please return them to me. But do not touch them with your bare hands. Thank you.
[voice] should we do a fork hunt
[The cadence is a little bit familiar to Guy. He could have sworn he's heard this man before... maybe on the stairwell?
Does he dare to go check the third floor's microwave...]
Anyway. Do you remember what you were doing when you last saw them? Or the, ah... sugar cubes?
[voice] YES, let's microwave some tuning forks
...Unfortunately, I don't remember. Either. I thought I had gone out this morning, but now I am not so sure since I'm no longer wearing pants.
[voice] be lucky that Guy comes from a universe that is literally made of sound
Well. That's... an easy problem to fix, at least. If you're working on a laboratory, it's probably going to be safer for you if you find another pair and keep them on, alright?
[MOVING ON.]
That's an awful lot of radiation to put on a piece of metal, though. If you looked into it, there should be other ways to determine different frequencies. [Ways that wouldn't cause a small fire in a residential building, at least.] Plus, that way you wouldn't have to misplace your tools.
[voice] most excellent, his resonance will be like a symphony then
I never intended to leave them in for very long - which is why is it rather vital that I find them. I rewired a few of the microwaves in this building to better suit the radiation levels I required, but I can't recall which ones. Peter or Aspirin usually help with this, but they aren't-- They aren't here.
[voice]
Still, you're looking for help, right? If we're going to find those forks, then leaving your room would probably be a good first step... and I wouldn't say it's that breezy out here in the hallways.
[Please don't wander out of your room without your clothes, dear stranger.
He notices the hitch after the names. Assistants, maybe? There's no way to tell. He keeps his voice on the gentler side, though, just to be safe.]
Are they friends of yours?
[voice]
...
Peter is my son. [The word seems to weigh heavily on him and he pauses for a short while before continuing.] Asterick is my assistant - Agent Farnsworth, an FBI agent. She helps me often.