Nander raised a questioning eyebrow, even though she couldn't see it. He had already guessed that he had managed to tick her off but couldn't care less as he waited for a trademark, pathetic comeback. "DEATH! KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR, NANDER, IF YOU KEEP UP WITH THAT ATTITUDE!" Lou all but yelled, causing even more unpleasant feedback through the speakers. "...Oopsie. Again. Sorry, guys... But I hope you heard that, Nander!" she continued, in a failed attempt at an intimidating voice.
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say," Nander replied, sounding bored.
Clearing his throat at the awkward silence that had once again ensued, Mr. Mostly D's (aka Control-Panel) spoke up. "Say, Lou, seems like the signal has really cleared up, so now is the time to leave your message, if you still want to."
"Oh. Right. Of course!" Just then, the transmission started going crackly all over again. "I won't--able to update--next year. Hopefully, chapter--should be up. I won't give up on you--promise! Thank you for all your support and--" And just like that, everything went silent.
"H-hello? Lou? Are you there?" Mr. Mostly D's tried to reconnect but to no avail. With a sigh, he put down the pencil and picked up the piece of paper. "Well, I guess that's it for now. And all she really said was that she has limited... Inter-Net... whatever that is, and won't be able to update or contact us until... next year. That's... just bloody great." Screwing up the paper, he aimlessly threw it over his head with a groan.
Just then, Ellison, who had remained silent until that moment, commented offhandedly, "Funny how the transmission was crackly when it was covenient for Lou."
Both Nander and Mr. Mostly D's suddenly went wide-eyed as they, too realised just how true that was.
Even Mr. Mostly C's seemed to have come to the same realisation at Ellison's words as his muffled shout, once again made its way through the closed door of the room. "WHAT?!"