Meanwhile, out on the hall, instructing her call center full of people Hibiki intends to unleash upon the unsuspecting customer service hotline is not going as she had imagined it would. This was supposed to be a short call, for one. She gives an order. The order is faithfully observed. Justice is done, the offense against her follower assuaged, and once more all is as it should be in the world.
So why is this happening? Why can no one....understand what she's saying?
"Prikea." Her back is to the door, her shoulders taut as she holds the phone. The spygoat upon whose platter the rotary rests is waa-iting paa-tiently. It suspects it knows what the problem is, but lacks a mouth. So it simply waa-its. "It's a Sweprish institution! Why do you claim not to have the number?! Locate it and register my complaint, immediately!"
"Miss Shikyoin, we're all Googling it. None of us can find a "Prikea"--"
"I ACCEPT NO SUCH RESPONSE!!"
Hibiki pulls out her tablet and balances her phone on one epaulette, shoulder slightly lifted. "This is absurd. I'm hiring a call center to complain about this call center!"
The goat is staring in silent agony at the furniture-building room. Someone, anyone.
no subject
So why is this happening? Why can no one....understand what she's saying?
"Prikea." Her back is to the door, her shoulders taut as she holds the phone. The spygoat upon whose platter the rotary rests is waa-iting paa-tiently. It suspects it knows what the problem is, but lacks a mouth. So it simply waa-its. "It's a Sweprish institution! Why do you claim not to have the number?! Locate it and register my complaint, immediately!"
"Miss Shikyoin, we're all Googling it. None of us can find a "Prikea"--"
"I ACCEPT NO SUCH RESPONSE!!"
Hibiki pulls out her tablet and balances her phone on one epaulette, shoulder slightly lifted. "This is absurd. I'm hiring a call center to complain about this call center!"
The goat is staring in silent agony at the furniture-building room. Someone, anyone.
HELP.