Case 39//Harry Dresden//Video
[Harry sets the camera down. He's currently lounging on Suite Five's couch, looking just a little annoyed, much like everybody else on the network. He makes a sour face, and slides one finger under his collar uncomfortably]
I'm going, I'm going.
Evening, ladies and gentlemen. For your entertainment tonight, and at the request of our charming and lovely little hostess tart Valerie, I will be performing rude and unnecessary impersonations of various other guests.
[Harry clears his throat, and when he speaks again, his voice is several octaves higher, and accompanied by some very convincing arm flapping]
LENALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
[His voice is now much lower, as if he's gargling marbles, and he pulls his collar up high. He holds a hand up to the screen covered in a long icicle, which, if you squint, might look like an arm blade]
You've caused me mild annoyance, so I'm going to rip out your intestines and feed them to your grandmother...
[Harry stands up straighter, and runs a hand through his hair, whispering something under his breath. His hair stands up, and turns bright red, and he's got an extremely overdone lazy drawl to his voice]
Hey Roxas, what's the best kind of ice cream?
[He goes down on his knees, and his hair turns bright yellow, his voice about as manly as a chipmunk]
BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEE!
[And then he just jumps up on the couch, his hair back to normal, and begins to headbang, holding one hand up in the steriotypical "metal" gesture. After a few seconds, he pulls out a beer and chugs it down, then throws the bottle to cut the feed]
I'm going, I'm going.
Evening, ladies and gentlemen. For your entertainment tonight, and at the request of our charming and lovely little hostess tart Valerie, I will be performing rude and unnecessary impersonations of various other guests.
[Harry clears his throat, and when he speaks again, his voice is several octaves higher, and accompanied by some very convincing arm flapping]
LENALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
[His voice is now much lower, as if he's gargling marbles, and he pulls his collar up high. He holds a hand up to the screen covered in a long icicle, which, if you squint, might look like an arm blade]
You've caused me mild annoyance, so I'm going to rip out your intestines and feed them to your grandmother...
[Harry stands up straighter, and runs a hand through his hair, whispering something under his breath. His hair stands up, and turns bright red, and he's got an extremely overdone lazy drawl to his voice]
Hey Roxas, what's the best kind of ice cream?
[He goes down on his knees, and his hair turns bright yellow, his voice about as manly as a chipmunk]
BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEE!
[And then he just jumps up on the couch, his hair back to normal, and begins to headbang, holding one hand up in the steriotypical "metal" gesture. After a few seconds, he pulls out a beer and chugs it down, then throws the bottle to cut the feed]