-The goat fellow in the kitchen is carefully arranging vegetable slices into a salad bowl-
-After prepping his food, he takes a fork and nibbles on the lettuce leaves like, well, a goat-
-While enjoying his meal, the goat makes sure his broom finishes up sweeping the kitchen in a neat and orderly fashion-
Deer...Aye! Th' caul 'o science ne'er sleips... soo thoose o' us whoo enderteik reseirch on thes sckeele hae' t' goo a bet wi'oot mich rest simeteims...
(Tappity tap, looking back and forth between her messy stack of papers and the screen... Then peers up at Yuki.)
...Ah! Thank ye', lass... Bliss yer 'eart, thet's kaindly o' ye...
(Takes it, sets it in her lap and... pecks at it a bunch, tilting her little chicken head up to swallow.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(Nods slowly at Yuki.) Good... Any data es welcaim an' aww...
(Grins a bit at Eires, tho very tiredly.)
Ah s'poose et's the ferst taime ye've ever had a checken reiquesition data from ye, aye?
(Some kind of legless reptilian abomination
◊ slithers through the forest, sniffing at the ground with its long snout.)
...H,m,m,m...
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Sep 19th 2018 at 9:14:21 AM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Ah thenk... es unfairtunate as et may be fer' mah lasses beck at th' coop... perhaips et's fer' th' better that ah've coome an' am gettin' tae proveide a defferent perspeictive an' aww, es weell es takin' ither perspeictives into accoount...
(TYPITY TYPE, entering data into a piechart.)
…?
(Peers his horrific head full of long, sharp teeth up at this figure, waving to them with one set of arms.)
...Good, evening to, you...! May I, provide some... assistance in, navigating, back to, the building...?
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Sep 19th 2018 at 9:32:56 AM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Ah s'poose ye doon't feel th' same aboot thes pleece, poully?
...A,h,h,h... Then, perhaps I, can... help, you with, locating, the, intended, destination...?
(Looking this gal over curiously, tho his eyes are almost useless in this awful dark. Hideous as all get out, but he's not doing anything scary or dangerous just yet...? Aside from those weird inflections.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Then, ah'm curioous, whit wis yer objeiction, ef there wis one en th' fairst pleece...?
...I, see...
(Puts one of four hands to his terrifying chin, pensive.)
...For, the time, being, while we, discern how to... locate this, destination... It is, safer inside of, the building ahead...
(Sniffs the gal from his distance, not getting up in her grill or anything.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Aye, thet's feire...
(Pecks down the last of her sundae, double-checking the information on the paper before entering YET MORE DATA into the doc.)
...En enney case, poully, thank ye fer' fellen' oot th' servey... Et's—... et's frenkly staggeren' hoo mich ah'm lernen' frim thes.
…
(Nods, looking contemplative in a way that's hard to read.)
...If, you would, like, I could... ferry you, to this, location on, my back...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Hrf...
(Pushes her glasses back down and squints into the bright, soulless artificial sun that is the computer screen, nodding a bit and typing a bit more before looking back to Eires.)
...Seems t' be deivoid o' anetheng saich... Thank ye fer' nae tamperin', in thet case.
(Seems like... super fucking groggy. About as hot of a mess as a chicken can get short of being stuffed and oven-roasted.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019