Voicemail!

[dark_slippy_thing]

"It would appear that your desire to speak to me is getting in the way of something I like to call 'the pursuit of riches happiness.' If you leave a name, number, slice of cake in my doorway, and how much you'll be paying me if I return your call, I might just."

~BEEP~

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/]

"Hello Valentine, this is Das Schnitzel speaking on the behalf of myself and the Swedish Chef. We've been assigned as your faculty mentors. We just want to let you know that if you need anything at all feel free to leave us a voicemail (http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/568.html) or stop by the cafeteria to visit us. The Chef wants to get to know his students a little better so we're going to organize a get together soon for you and the other students we are in charge of. We hope to see you there."

"Ugh...the Chef wants me to say Bork Bork Bork. There, I said it."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine felt it was necessary to play this particular message several times, just to make certain that he had all of the facts straight.
His mentor was the lunch guy. This thrilled him, actually. He was rather fond of food.
His mentor was also... the chicken?
After having done a brief stint as a chicken in class, this didn't bother him much either, really.
And he didn't even think it odd that the chicken spoke in such fantastically fluent English.

[OOC: I totally hear you on the availability thing, as I won't really have much in the way of days off until after February, myself. I'm in no rush-- you kick the butts off of those mid-terms, you.]