7 Rockets Fired :: Smoke'n in the Hospital [Video]

[defendnhills]

[Soldier is sitting up in one of the hospital beds, looking like his typical grumpy self (aside from his lovely assortment of bandages). He's not facing the camera and is smoking a cigar. If you look close enough, there's an almost full box by his bedside*. That might be heard though, because the video is wiggling back and forth in the hands of tawifik_athleet.]

Comments

[voice; english]

[libertyfuckyeah]

Hey, you're in the hospital too?! You must be in the room next to mine!

[Voice and English is the only REAL language!]

[defendnhills]

Sir! I'm running low on intel and it seems I've been out of commission for some time now.

I respectfully request to beat down the son of a bitch who'd put you here, if that is the case, SIR!

[Voice and AMERICAN ENGLISH TRIUMPHS OVER ALL OTHER FORMS OF ENGLISH]

[libertyfuckyeah]

'Fraid you missed a bit of action, Soldier! Body snatchers running amok, but it's mostly been settled I think. At least it has on my end.

It's okay! I shot it with a rocket launcher and made it explode into a trillion bloody pieces!

[VOICE and That icon is pretty kickass I must say]

[defendnhills]

A TRILLION?! Sir, that deserves a cigar!

[Off to the side] HOMERUN! Get your ass over here! Now, take this and don't screw up--

Re: [VOICE and That icon is pretty kickass I must say]

[tawifik_athleet]

[Homestar immediately appears as if hiding under the bed. Don't know why he's responding to the new name]
YUSSUR! UP AND BUSHYTAILED FUR DA' SURVICE OF FREECOUNTRY!
[if he had arms he'd be saluting]

[Voice]

[defendnhills]

PRIVATE! Take this over to America, and no lolligagging on the way!

[Still hasn't got over how Homestar can carry things with no arms or hands, but right now he's gonna just roll with it...]

Re: [Voice - You're so lucky he knows WHO America is.]

[tawifik_athleet]

Oh! So the America guy who walks and talks and stuff! YESSUR! It'll be done before Jimmy can return to his sweet Aunt Gertrude and her rhubarb pie! [dashes out the door, the wrong direction.]

[Homestar runs through every hall way and looking in every room, America's being the last. It takes 56 minutes.]

[He arrives in America's room dragging bandages and splattered with mashed peas.]

SUR! SEE-GAR DELIVERY, SUR!!

[Voice action EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.]

[libertyfuckyeah]

[wtf even are you, Homestar. Now America's starting to wonder if he's stuck in a trip. STILL, TOBACCO, FUCK YEAH. Even though it might be Cuban nooooo.]

Tell Soldier I said thanks, Sock Guy figment of my imagination! Oh! And while you're doing things, find me more morphine! The docs are bein' stingy!

[He forgot to ask for a light but oh well he will savor his cigar later.]