So, I've got the flu or the cold or wevthefuck it is that's going around which makes you epically sick in the face, and, when I woke up this morning, it had settled firmly in my throat and chest, completely fubaring my voice.
I sort of sound like a vocoded Vin Diesel. Which, although a very appropriate voice for a Steampunk Abortion Robot, is definitely a change from my usual tone.
When I just asked Dudley if he needed to go out, he cocked his head at me and gave me a look that seemed to say, "What have you done with my Two-Legs, alien?"