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Alastair fucking Campbell
2012-12-18 05:03 pm (UTC)
Courier..? Where are you sending me?
*Alastair clings to the bars of the cage door and shakes them desperately as it's wrapped up and placed in a box. Darkness returns, punctuated only by dusty beams of light from the air holes. Alastair's stomach lurches as he's handed over, and the berries scatter.*
*Maybe, if he shouts loud enough, the courier will set him free? Or maybe he'll freak out at the sight of a miniature human and run away in terror. Or, as Peter says, keep him as a scientific marvel. It's got to be worth a try. Once he hears Peter's front door slam, Alastair yells for help as much as he can, but with no luck. Muffled by the cloth and the cardboard, his voice probably doesn't sound much different to a guinea pig squealing. Now all he can do is cling on, try not to puke, and hope that he's not being taken to somewhere even worse than Peter's kitchen. Home would be a nice start. Fiona might at least slice up some decent sausages for him.*
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