#// NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOISE EMPTYZONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR MUN KEEPS PUTTING ME INTO SITUATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!! NOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[noisester]

@emptyzone: Good afternoon, Noise. Hope you're doing good after the silly robot and frog situation. Interestingly enough, it looks like Peppino's heading... For? NTV? That's weird, he usually does the opposite. And he's holding a ton of pizza boxes, too. Peppino wouldn't be dumb enough to take a prank call for a dozen pizzas for NOISE, would. H-- --Oh that's a dozen clones running after him. Oh that's Peppino trying to harshly barge into your studio, Noise. And purposefully throw the pizzas everywhere the second he gets in so the clones go into an absolute frenzy. Noise.

'Unfortunate' doesn't begin to describe his luck as of late. It doesn't! Noise is notably taking a sip of his hot chocolate filled to the brim with marshmallows and cream while looping the video footage of his encounter with the puntable duo. An ashtray full of cigarette butts is on the side of the computer desk... How could this have happened to him. When did the Peppino wannabes learn to blend in his surroundings. Sure, he already confessed that shrugging off the grey Noisey with weird non-marketable eyes was silly on his part, but it's still not like the simple-minded bozo clones to stray out of their programming and do any of that! It's-- Augh. Whatever. Whatever!!! Don't be a big baby about it. Just cope and do something extra goofy to let off some steam. It's fi--

--Of course he had to comically spit his drink at the monitor when the familiar face popped into the frame. Is. Is that... No. No no no no no, that couldn't be him. He REFUSED to believe the confident Peppino on screen was the same dumbass he willingly tormented. The real deal would've NEVER taken into account his thousand orders of None Pizza with Left Beef™.

"WHAT THE WOAG." He finally sputters out to himself, abruptly getting up and slamming his desk with a clenched fist. "WHY THE HELL IS TH--"

...

He looks at the general direction of the sound. Yeah, that booming ruckus going on in his studio... That's not his doing. He would've recognised it if that was the case. He would've remembered leaving his obnoxiously loud machines on or activating a countdown dynamite by accident. He would've remembered that.

He shakily takes another sip of hot chocolate... All things considered, he'll stay locked up in this room for a taaaaaddd bit longer. Just for uh, safety. That's a good excuse to leave the Italian sufferage for later (hard pill to swallow by Noise standard).