Keenan
The hallway outside Fyvie Hall, University of Westminster, London, Earth.
April 13, 2:11pm, Greenwich Mean Time
Voicemail left for Dr. Angus McBairn by Dr. Keenan Fritz at 2:11pm, April 13<sup>th</sup>:
Angus, mate, ah-Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.
Look, I don’t know how to exactly - ah -
Well look I better just get straight to it, I’ve got Wei at me with a fire poker. I’ll tell you all about that later.
But look - I did a very bad thing - I stole your designs and made my own computer - you see, the Kings offered me a mint to do it - because you know old Phillip’s got that tumour in his whatsit - you know - ‘down there’.
But I cooked the goose Gus. I turned the whole lecture hall into violent lunatics.
I hope the problem is just in that room. But I suspect it isn’t. Oh God.
Look, I’ve got to go. But you have to meet me back at the Institute. We’ve got to put things back, before -
Mate, hold on a sec -
*The sound of a ruckus, Wei shrieking like a banshee, a disgusting clunking noise, then a thud*
Oh God, oh God, oh God. I’ve just brained Wei. Oh Jesus help me. It was in self-defence - you have to believe me!
Oh God - there’s more coming.
Meet you at the Institute Gus. Quickly!