XXXVI ☤ Holy sugar-rush, Batman! ☤ Hermes [Video]
[The screen clicks on to a very wide-eyed youth, the sounds of a dozen or more arcade games filling the air around him as he lifts up an orange, plastic gun before looks at the camera with as much seriousness as he can muster.]
I have to kill all the things on the screen, why don't stand still? How do you win, why doesn't it work!?
[He jumps, suddenly to the side, aiming his gun at something and clicking the trigger repeated before jerking suddenly away. He looks all about the screen, firing faster than the game can really register the movement.
But then the screen blurs with movement, the gun all but pulled from the game as Hermes is suddenly banging plastic rodents with a foam bat. He can't seem to decide what to play though, as he drops coins in one game after another in rapid succession. He bounces between games, never finishing one round before on to the next.]
Have to win, have to win, have to wiiin.....
I need more coke.
[The screen blurs again, before clattering down to the floor with a skewed view of the toga clad god standing before stand for fountain drinks. In one hand he holds a cup....which he proceeds to fill with an unholy mixture of Coca Cola, Dr. Pepper, Diet Coke, Mt. Dew, and whatever else was attached to the machine. For now, the camera is forgotten.]
I have to kill all the things on the screen, why don't stand still? How do you win, why doesn't it work!?
[He jumps, suddenly to the side, aiming his gun at something and clicking the trigger repeated before jerking suddenly away. He looks all about the screen, firing faster than the game can really register the movement.
But then the screen blurs with movement, the gun all but pulled from the game as Hermes is suddenly banging plastic rodents with a foam bat. He can't seem to decide what to play though, as he drops coins in one game after another in rapid succession. He bounces between games, never finishing one round before on to the next.]
Have to win, have to win, have to wiiin.....
I need more coke.
[The screen blurs again, before clattering down to the floor with a skewed view of the toga clad god standing before stand for fountain drinks. In one hand he holds a cup....which he proceeds to fill with an unholy mixture of Coca Cola, Dr. Pepper, Diet Coke, Mt. Dew, and whatever else was attached to the machine. For now, the camera is forgotten.]