♠ One | video
[ The video is a little blurry, the lens having a smear of something red that made details a little fuzzy. At first there is a blurry moment of fingers, and the the image wobbles, straighten, and now there was a lovely view of a blue eye that is really far too close. ]
So this thing's like a phone.
[ There is a sigh - clearly the Vogon has been explaining this for a while. ] That is a simplistic way to explain the Guide without actually touching on its true purpose.
Are all bureaucrats like you?
I beg your pardon, sir?
[ The Guide is set down and now there is an excellent view of a man wearing a long white trench coat over leather pants and a loose white shirt. There's blood staining both shirt and jacket, his left hand streaked with fresher blood and his face and hair has bits of ceiling plaster in it. He seems pretty relaxed for someone that was probably in the middle of something important while he spends a moment fishing out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and busies himself with selecting a cigarette, lighting up and inhaling. ]
All this double talk and paperwork and stuff. Are you guys all like that no matter what race you come from?
I am not male, sir.
No shit? Could've fooled me. But listen, is all this necessary? I go back for five minutes and now I hafta fill out forms again?
Regulations one-nine-seven-beta-gamma-three state...
Regulations. Shit, man, everyone's got them but it doesn't mean you have to follow them, right?
[ The Vogon looks down at him, a feat that somehow should look ridiculous since Sho is almost at the same level as the sitting alien. ] Sir, that is preposterous. Everything must go according to the Regulations.
But I'm bleeding. [ To make his point, Sho raises his left hand and shakes it, getting a few sluggish drops of blood all over the paperwork. The Vogon actually makes a disgusted face. ] Is there something in your Regulations for that?
Yes. [ The Vogon fishes around and brings out another set of forms and stacks it on the first set. ] You must also fill out the Emergency Treatment of Trauma Caused By Non-Galatic Police Force Section Three-Thiry-C-Delta forms as well as the Returning Refugee Status forms.
[ Sho blows smoke and picks up the Guide. There's a hazy moment of a Vogon's face in close details, followed by a close up of bloody white cotton and the butt of a gun before the camera part is shut off. ]
I take it nothing moves fast in space... Fine. Where's a pen? Let's just get this shit over with.
So this thing's like a phone.
[ There is a sigh - clearly the Vogon has been explaining this for a while. ] That is a simplistic way to explain the Guide without actually touching on its true purpose.
Are all bureaucrats like you?
I beg your pardon, sir?
[ The Guide is set down and now there is an excellent view of a man wearing a long white trench coat over leather pants and a loose white shirt. There's blood staining both shirt and jacket, his left hand streaked with fresher blood and his face and hair has bits of ceiling plaster in it. He seems pretty relaxed for someone that was probably in the middle of something important while he spends a moment fishing out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and busies himself with selecting a cigarette, lighting up and inhaling. ]
All this double talk and paperwork and stuff. Are you guys all like that no matter what race you come from?
I am not male, sir.
No shit? Could've fooled me. But listen, is all this necessary? I go back for five minutes and now I hafta fill out forms again?
Regulations one-nine-seven-beta-gamma-three state...
Regulations. Shit, man, everyone's got them but it doesn't mean you have to follow them, right?
[ The Vogon looks down at him, a feat that somehow should look ridiculous since Sho is almost at the same level as the sitting alien. ] Sir, that is preposterous. Everything must go according to the Regulations.
But I'm bleeding. [ To make his point, Sho raises his left hand and shakes it, getting a few sluggish drops of blood all over the paperwork. The Vogon actually makes a disgusted face. ] Is there something in your Regulations for that?
Yes. [ The Vogon fishes around and brings out another set of forms and stacks it on the first set. ] You must also fill out the Emergency Treatment of Trauma Caused By Non-Galatic Police Force Section Three-Thiry-C-Delta forms as well as the Returning Refugee Status forms.
[ Sho blows smoke and picks up the Guide. There's a hazy moment of a Vogon's face in close details, followed by a close up of bloody white cotton and the butt of a gun before the camera part is shut off. ]
I take it nothing moves fast in space... Fine. Where's a pen? Let's just get this shit over with.