Meet The Mortician
[TF2.5]
The man in frame stops what he was working on- hunched slightly over an embalming table with what looks like a weasel. Is... why are there bat wings and a finger in that tray there-? "Hello? What is- oh. Alright then. Is this a coms thing or-"
"No, it's a computer. You're a smart man, you know what a computer is."
He rolls his eyes and turns away from the table. "Yes, I know I know- It's hard to tell sometimes with all this absurd technology you have here- I mean a building that heals because you're standing near it?"
"It's all very strange, we understand that Mr. Alighieri. Please just offer some basic information about yourself and we can get back to our respective jobs here."
"You've done part of it for me."
"I have."
"...can that be it?"
"It cannot."
The Mortician sighs. As he speaks, the video has interrupting splicings, "I don't imagine they all need to know my full name, so that will be all of that if it's all the same to ya. I'm a Scotsman in my 40s, I specialise in death preparations (there is a cut to a hearse with a European license plate being driven poorly down a long road and the sound of a siren in the distance) though that does come with some anatomical know-how. So. I am operating as a sort of medic, but not to worry. Any experiments I do will be on persons long deceased- usually (a clip of a shelf of wet specimens and a mounted eel blinks once at the viewer). I am very good at what I do, but there are times when it's just very hard to say for sure-"
"I don't think Mr. Reddy would agree with that-"
"Accidents happen! I've patched him up for it, haven't I?"
"...more or less."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"You seem awfully curious about my role here, sounds a bit like ya wouldn't mind seeing it first-hand?"
"No, why would I-"
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