[Accidental Voice -> Deliberate Voice]

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[And this early evening, the journal will pick up the sound of one small British girl muttering to herself.]

Well, this is very rude. It didn't snow last autumn, you know. I think I ought to complain.

[Huff. Followed by a small ow, barely heard. And silence. Then finally:]

Oh!  [And the journal is picked up finally.  Because you, the townsfolk, should know the answer to this question.  Clearly.]  Did we get visited by aliens in the night? I think I've been experimented on. [Okay, that is totally the best thing ever.] I hope they looked like Elvis clones.

Has anyone seen my cat?

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Oh. [Not like...? She frowns.] Is he like the ninja turtles?

[herotypical]

Hmm. Sorta, I guess. Like them how?

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They're exactly like they are on TV.

[herotypical]

Nah. Jim was...different. Not exactly Shatneresque.

[flickerflash]

Not exactly what? [Blink.]

[herotypical]

...Let's just say that he was way more attractive.

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I bet my mum would make faces at you for saying that.

[herotypical]

Yeah. Mine too.