VIDEO; backdated to 7 PM
[ The video turns on, and it's clear the communicator is set on a flat surface -- it's a piano, which Andy's sitting at. He's wearing a green tie, as if it's still St. Patrick's day and grinning. ]
Top of the evening! [ Definitely said in an Irish accent. ] All right, so, day after St. Patrick's Day -- biggest hangover day of the year, probably, right? Like, the day where the last place anyone wants to be is near a bar. Right? Well, no. Completely and totally wrong.
You're probably asking yourselves, wait, what is the ol' Nard Dog talking about this time? He sounds totally crazy. But, uh, there's no real need to go that far. What the Nard Dog is talking about are the sweet, soothing melodies of the piano down over at [ I haven't picked a name yet :( ], guaranteed to smooth over any nasty case of the booze dysplasia. How do I know? Actually, I work there now, so it'd be yours truly at the keys. Awesome right? I'd offer drinks on me, but uh, I guess if you have a hangover that's a no-go. Offer's wide open anyway though.
[ Plays the very beginning of this on the keys, because he would have this damn song stuck in his head. Once he realizes this he quickly changes it into this song and after a moment, gets a bit into singing along. Ohh whoa ohhh wha -- ahh -- ahh -- ahhh -- ayyy do you build me-e-e-e up, buttercup baby--
Off-screen his boss yells at him to cut that out and help them open, and he hastily reaches for the communicator. ]
Uh -- so, later tonight. I really hope to see some of you guys there, it's my first performance. [ Sheepish smile, and turns the camera off. ]
Top of the evening! [ Definitely said in an Irish accent. ] All right, so, day after St. Patrick's Day -- biggest hangover day of the year, probably, right? Like, the day where the last place anyone wants to be is near a bar. Right? Well, no. Completely and totally wrong.
You're probably asking yourselves, wait, what is the ol' Nard Dog talking about this time? He sounds totally crazy. But, uh, there's no real need to go that far. What the Nard Dog is talking about are the sweet, soothing melodies of the piano down over at [ I haven't picked a name yet :( ], guaranteed to smooth over any nasty case of the booze dysplasia. How do I know? Actually, I work there now, so it'd be yours truly at the keys. Awesome right? I'd offer drinks on me, but uh, I guess if you have a hangover that's a no-go. Offer's wide open anyway though.
[ Plays the very beginning of this on the keys, because he would have this damn song stuck in his head. Once he realizes this he quickly changes it into this song and after a moment, gets a bit into singing along. Ohh whoa ohhh wha -- ahh -- ahh -- ahhh -- ayyy do you build me-e-e-e up, buttercup baby--
Off-screen his boss yells at him to cut that out and help them open, and he hastily reaches for the communicator. ]
Uh -- so, later tonight. I really hope to see some of you guys there, it's my first performance. [ Sheepish smile, and turns the camera off. ]