Video Blog Entry 2008.08.06
[[The webcam switches on, and Dr. Horrible appears on screen, holding a clipboard with papers. He’s surrounded by the usual paraphernalia of an evil laboratory, though it seems to be half in and half out of boxes.]]
“Well, here I am. Canada, prepare yourself - Dr. Horrible is open for business!”
[[He indulges in an evil laugh. Then his voice becomes more conversational.]]
“I was going to start my conquest in Montreal or Vancouver, but Dead Bowie suggested that there might be something to see here in this Aterna…place. So far, though, not much to report. The crime rate here is practically nonexistent - which should mean there’s a need to fill, but there just doesn’t seem to be much crime worth committing. There’s one itsy-bitsy bank in this hole, so robbing it seems a little… pointless. They’ve probably only got a few thousand in the vault anyway. All in all, after LA, this place isn’t even small potatoes: it’s like the little burnt shreds that cling to the pan after you make hash browns. You know, the bits that are totally impossible to scrape off. Doesn’t that drive you insane? You soak the pan for hours and still, the darn things-”
[[Catching himself, he adopts a sly expression and a slightly more grandiose tone.]]
“However, conventional wisdom says we should never take anything at face value. Maybe Dead Bowie knows something I don’t.
“I’m still leaning toward Montreal, but let’s give…” [[He checks his notes.]] “…Aternaville a chance to surprise me, first. My henchmen have things well in hand back in old SoCal, so I can afford the time.” [[He tsks.]] “Frankly, I don’t expect much. But who knows?”
“Well, here I am. Canada, prepare yourself - Dr. Horrible is open for business!”
[[He indulges in an evil laugh. Then his voice becomes more conversational.]]
“I was going to start my conquest in Montreal or Vancouver, but Dead Bowie suggested that there might be something to see here in this Aterna…place. So far, though, not much to report. The crime rate here is practically nonexistent - which should mean there’s a need to fill, but there just doesn’t seem to be much crime worth committing. There’s one itsy-bitsy bank in this hole, so robbing it seems a little… pointless. They’ve probably only got a few thousand in the vault anyway. All in all, after LA, this place isn’t even small potatoes: it’s like the little burnt shreds that cling to the pan after you make hash browns. You know, the bits that are totally impossible to scrape off. Doesn’t that drive you insane? You soak the pan for hours and still, the darn things-”
[[Catching himself, he adopts a sly expression and a slightly more grandiose tone.]]
“However, conventional wisdom says we should never take anything at face value. Maybe Dead Bowie knows something I don’t.
“I’m still leaning toward Montreal, but let’s give…” [[He checks his notes.]] “…Aternaville a chance to surprise me, first. My henchmen have things well in hand back in old SoCal, so I can afford the time.” [[He tsks.]] “Frankly, I don’t expect much. But who knows?”