"Tom really did cause a mess this time, didn't he?" A feminine voice echoed in a dark room.
"It was about time that perverted oldie did something like that. I'm sure the Fist... no, I mean the Hand... GOD! Why do I always get so confused when it comes to names..." Someone having a sweet innocent voice mumbled.
"No need to blame your two brain cells, Myra. Its a wonder they can remember our names in the first place. The ancient language of Unos is more confusing than women themselves. Also the word is often used to refer to both hand and fist." A hoarse voice that sounded more masculine than most men had, replied to the other two, "Either way I don't think out masters are in a mood to forgive that as.shole this time."
"Shush. Someone's here."
