voice;

[hammerhappy]

At first, I feared speaking publicly due to the nature of this device. I am not unfamiliar with Stark phones, even if I have rejected Stark's offers myself. He insisted time and again that the intemperate conditions of my lightning-based power would not destroy the phone, but I have proved that is incorrect here. I destroyed the first that way. And then others from the "click of a button," as they say.

But Loki offered me the Package of Walrus to protect it. It is now doing a suitable job.

I speak to you today to inform you that Loki, no matter how old or how young, is my concern. He is a citizen of Asgard, and while Asgard is not here, those responsibilities remain.

But I do not only wish to speak on heavy matters. I come to recommend that you do not try mead and ice cream in your bathing compartment in your mandated living spaces. It leaves the most foulest of aftertastes. And smells. Aye, I did not think I could ever turn down mead. I have learned otherwise.

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[badnewsboy]

Then that's definitely not what happened.

[tookthename]

Good, lets keep it that way.

So what's this about mead flavored ice cream?

[badnewsboy]

Erm, well. It was mostly a failed experimental that resulted in partial fermentation in our washing basin.

[tookthename]

Yeah, you're going to have to clean that up on your own.

[badnewsboy]

But—

Carol, please!

[tookthename]

Nope. You got yourself into this mess, you gotta fix it.