"I dunno where to even start with that. Or— okay, I sort of do, but it's not much help. We sort stuffed into these... four categories. DPHW. We don't know what they stand for. Whatever they do stand for I think they were translated from the system's original German, but we don't know what the original was, so that's also useless. Closest I've got to a definition for any of them is that to get 'W' up it asked for more... Bonzo? Which, apparently, is Mr. Bonzo. Because that explains so much."
It does not. It explains absolutely nothing and she's so fucking tired. She takes her drink and takes a swig.
Beat.
"...y'know, a couple of times Celia asked about sorting the cases into bigger groups. When she first got the job she asked about a search system, said something about... looking for every case about— meat? Or being buried alive. Then she said something similar the other week. Didn't really understand what the hell she was on about at the time, but then Sam said some stuff and now..."
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"I dunno where to even start with that. Or— okay, I sort of do, but it's not much help. We sort stuffed into these... four categories. DPHW. We don't know what they stand for. Whatever they do stand for I think they were translated from the system's original German, but we don't know what the original was, so that's also useless. Closest I've got to a definition for any of them is that to get 'W' up it asked for more... Bonzo? Which, apparently, is Mr. Bonzo. Because that explains so much."
It does not. It explains absolutely nothing and she's so fucking tired. She takes her drink and takes a swig.
Beat.
"...y'know, a couple of times Celia asked about sorting the cases into bigger groups. When she first got the job she asked about a search system, said something about... looking for every case about— meat? Or being buried alive. Then she said something similar the other week. Didn't really understand what the hell she was on about at the time, but then Sam said some stuff and now..."