Hey when do you come home? I need an actor

Hey when do you come home? I need an actor for a staged reading.

No, there's no audience, just you, me and the video camera....I think I want to stage a reading from Th-....What? You'll be home at 0-drunk-thirty....What's that supposed to mean?

ng on the lute!...Huh?...oh yeah, I should have told you about the dried beaver meat...Mmmm ok. No, no really, its ok, I have plenty of wipes in the basement...just keep 'em...TY

... please don't do that to the dried beaver meat... Uh uh... no... OK, do that to the dried beaver meat if you really have to but... now there... it's ruined... pass the lute over

No not to Steven! He'll just... Well great, now the lute is broken... just toss it in that pile of broken lutes... Does my forehead look like a pile of broken to you?! That's it! I

cannot teach Nords in the regime of bardic opulence any longer. You do not strain spaghetti through your lute strings, and you do not replace lute strings with Khajiit whiskers.

Except he had, beautiful shining strings from the face of someone who had once sold him particularly potent moon sugar. Why had he ever left that lute in Winterhold, with the girl

He hadn't the slightest idea...

and neither did every man, female, child, canine, feline, avian, rodent, insect, fungus, lepidoptera, cephalopod, marsupial, nematode, monotreme, extraterrestrial, and the divine.