Muahaha! Let's see if Norman can live through THIS one!
Yep, you guessed it; the next one up is Puck, the amazingly awesome Trickster King! (He gave me ten bucks to introduce him that way.) ;]
Mustardseed says hi… from my closet...
EDIT: This is still really old, guys. Forgive me.
Norman: so, uh, what do you-?
Puck: First off, peasant, you will refer to me only as Supreme High King. Second off-
*Sabrina's voice from outside the room*: Hey dogbreath! I know that reporter's a loser, but leave off already! Only beat him up if he really annoys you. I almost broke his legs off, so he's already scared enough!
P: you annoyed her that bad? *looking eager* What did you do? What'd you say?
N: I, uh, asked her if, uh, she would miss you…. *trails off illegibly*
P: *blushing ever so slightly* huh? What did she say?
N: sorry, that's confidential.
P: listen buster, you're gonna tell me exactly what happened, or you're gonna get a bellyful of steel.
N: *gets out the tape and plays it on a different recorder. Sabrina's muffled voice goes on for a bit, and everyone can hear her shouting*
*Sabrina's recorded voice*: WHAT? Why in the name of flyingFrisbees would I miss him? He's the bane of my existence! There have been about four days in my life when I was free from his pranks, and that was when he was in a coma! If I stayed here-
*Norman's recorded voice*: but don't you love him?
P: *freezes in his chair, and slowly turns his head to look at Norman* why in the name of all that is gross and smelly did you say THAT?
*the recorded voices keep playing*
*Sabrina's recorded voice*: WHAAAAAAT? Wha- how- who- wh- what the HECK are you saying? No! No way on this earth! I do NOT!
*Norman's recorded voice*: that's not what my files say.
*Sabrina's recorded voice*: WELL THEN YOUR FILES ARE WRONG! I am in NO WAY in love with him!
P: *listening quietly to the last few comments*
P: …who gave you those files?
N: …uh, ya know, I think it's time to be over with this-
P: *yelling* HEY GRIMM! This guy is really getting on my nerves! Can I pants him or what?
*Sabrina's muffled voice through the door*: wha'd he do?
P: come in here and see for yourself!
*the door opens, and Sabrina walks in the room. Her voice can be heard from the recorder playing from the beginning. (it had restarted)*
*recorded voice*: - I'm not exaggerating, but there are times, other than that, when he can be understanding, even…sweet. But that never lasts long. Usually it's over in fifteen minutes-
*both her and Puck are bright red, and she grabs the recorder from the table and chucks it out the window.*
S: you PLAYED THE RECORDING? DO YOU WANT TO DIE?
N: but he told me to!
*she glares at Puck for a second, but then turns back to Norman*
S: ya know, I think this interview is over. *she turns to Puck. He flinches.*
S: have fun. *she walks out of the room*
*Puck cracks his knuckles and grins*
N: uhhh, can't we work this out? I mean-
*end of recording*