HERE JUST TAKE THIS... its a (test) snippet from the larger story but has the full context from the other bits. The XX's are b/c idk what time to place it in the story lmao

((i hope it works sdkjfnvdskv))

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[Audio recording Date: XX]

It is 4:35am on X/X/XX. Dr. Boto and Dr. Wettle are reported driving down the highway for their 7:00am flight to Toronto. Dr. Boto requested that it be put on record that while the airport is under an hour away from the facility, Dr. Wettle had argued that they leave significantly earlier in the possible event that they, [as quoted from Dr. Boto, repeating Dr. Wettle] “got fucked on the way down”, leading to missing their flight.

Each are wearing standard issue clothing microphones to allow for recorded discussion while operating a vehicle. Dr. Boto is at the wheel, again she requests it be put on the record that Dr. Wettle strongly encouraged her to drive, for the same time restraint reason as previously stated. The ambient sounds of her driving her 2016 Nissan Versa, along with the scratching sounds of [presumably] Dr. Wettle writing something down and repeatedly crossing it out can be heard. The muffled musical track “Misanthropic Drunken Loner”, by American rock band Days N’ Daze, can be heard playing considerably loudly over the speakers, only slightly muffled due to the audio quality of the microphones and [presumably] Dr. Wettle’s constant fidgeting with his microphone placement.

Dr. Boto: I’ve been thinking… the connection to the Oneiroi Collective seems obvious, right? With the dreams? But maybe that’s too obvious…? Like we’re focusing on the dream aspect too much...? This whole operation feels…

Dr. Wettle: Too sensible?

Dr. Boto: I was going to say too freelance. A small collection of struggling artists losing the memories of their craft? Why would an entire group care about that?

Dr. Wettle: And you think some rouge asshole from Are We Cool Yet? makes more sense? They can do a lot, sure, but a project of this scale? One guy couldn’t possibly--Christ this is depressing.

Dr. Boto: I know. That poor kid… did you see how well he could draw hands? I couldn’t draw like that when I was-

Dr. Wettle: No, not the kid. The song. You actually listen to this? You’re so…

[Dr. Boto has stated, during her personal interview conducted at a later date, that Dr. Wettle proceeded to gesticulate with “jazz hands”. Within his own separate interview, Dr. Wettle has denied doing this action.]

Dr. Boto: [laughing] What the hell’s that supposed to mean?

Dr. Wettle: You know! Sunshine and rainbows! You wear heart-shaped hairclips! All your paperwork is done in glittery pink ink… which hurts my eyes, by the way. And is probably some sort of violation.

Dr. Boto: Oh no! Please don’t report me! I promise I’ll only listen to Broadway musicals from now on!

[Dr. Boto can be heard laughing again, as well as (presumably) Dr. Wettle. Dr. Wettle, during his personal interview, declined to neither confirm nor deny if the accompanying laughter was his own.]

Dr. Boto: …I do listen to musicals, though. You ever heard of The Drowsy Chaperone? There’s actually a song in it that reminds me of-

Dr. Wettle: I hate musicals.

Dr. Boto: Oh great! So you have heard of it!

Dr. Wettle: What?

Dr. Boto: Never mind.

[During her personal interview Dr. Boto insisted it be added to the official records that the musical The Drowsy Chaperone begins with the narrator stating, “I hate musicals”. She believed this was important to understanding the situation.]

Dr. Wettle: I was just saying I’m surprised. I figured you’d be listening to… I don’t know. The Spice Girls.

Dr. Boto: The Spice Girls? How old do you think I am? [An irritated groan can be heard. This time both Dr. Boto and Dr. Wettle confirmed it was him.] And maybe I don’t listen to pop at all! I’m full of surprises! Unpredictable! Maybe I’m just as interesting and mysterious as you.

Dr. Wettle: …You think I’m interesting and mys-?

[The song “Misanthropic Drunken Loner” closes out, the song “Honey, Honey” by Swedish Europop group, ABBA, begins playing over the car’s speakers. There is a slight pause in conversation, broken by a loud snort and stifled giggles. Dr. Wettle’s personal microphone is rustled, assumably grabbed in an attempt to cover up the sounds of laughter. Shortly followed by an irritated groan of distinctly higher pitch.]

Dr. Boto: Welp! There goes my mystery. …Now I just look like an asshole.

Dr. Wettle: If it helps, you never had any mystery. And you always looked like an asshole.

[Dr. Wettle’s personal microphone is rusted more harshly. Dr. Boto admitted later that she had reached over and “playfully shoved him”. Elevated laughter from both can be heard.]

Dr. Boto: This is on shuffle too…out of all the songs--! Guess it’s about time I caught the unlucky bug, huh?

[A significantly long pause in the conversation occurs.]

Dr. Wettle: That’s not funny.

Dr: Boto: …I didn’t mean-

Dr. Wettle: And keep your hands on the wheel.

Dr. Boto: Right. Of course. Sorry.

[No words are exchanged until “Honey, Honey” fades out.]

Dr. Boto: I really am sorry, Will. That wasn’t-

[Dr. Boto is cut off, as the song “Scotty Doesn’t Know” by American Rock band, Lustra, comes on. The volume increases abruptly. Dr. Boto later reported that Dr. Wettle “cranked the volume painfully loud” and refused to speak for the duration of the car ride.]