Hey hey, let's go, kenka suru!
[ The camera clicks on, clearly having been turned on by someone. The guide is not on the ground or on its side or at an angle. The guide is on a stable surface and it is quite obvious that the turning on of this guide that is right-side up in its proper position and not bumped into at all was deliberate. The guide's placement is quite good, actually, at an angle where a good two-thirds of Gintoki and Ace's child-care 'classroom' is visible. In the center, there is a ballpit. Around the ballpit, there are screaming children. In the ballpit, there are four children who look like they're fighting to the death. And off to the side is Gintoki picking his nose and Ace plucking absently at the string to his hat, just sort of. You know. Watching. ]
All right! That's a pretty good right hook, Ubuntu!!
Ubuntu? Blue-skinned clicky kid is Ubuntu? I thought he was Windows.
Huh? No, man - the kid with the transparent hair is Windows. Hey, Windows! Y'need to get more aggressive there, buddy!
Remember, kids, the ballpit is a metaphor for life. The meanest kids are the ones who are going to win. The ones who are not afraid to grab their balls and use them well are the ones who will end up trampling you into the mesh floor--
-- and you sure as hell don't want to be the mesh floor!
[ As the kids cheer, from behind the camera there is a fat, wet, wheezing "hee hee" noise, almost like the laugh of a demented clown-child whose face has been melted off from huffing all the Clorox they use to clean up the elephant poop. A fat, rotund, green-skinned alien child waddles into view of the camera, his shiny spandex space-pants stretched across his butt like cellophane over partially melted jell-o. Ace looks over Gintoki's shoulder, his face contorting in something akin to a viewer watching Jaws approach the boat and knowing one of those motherfuckers is going to die. He raises his arm as if to reach out to Gintoki, to pull him from the metaphorical rows of jagged teeth, but all he can manage is... ]
Oi, Gintoki--!
[Before the Jell-O-like alien boy grabs Gintoki's hand, snorting and wheezing as he rubs said hand against his slightly slimy cheek, before turning and starting to waddle away like Ace set his ass on fire only to collapse as his face swells up and gets a sickly purple tint to it. Gintoki swears, and all of the little kids stop what they're doing to watch.]
The pen, Ace, oi, the pen--!
[ So far, a pretty normal day.]
[OOC: Referring to this. PS: Red Medic, I am so sorry.]
All right! That's a pretty good right hook, Ubuntu!!
Ubuntu? Blue-skinned clicky kid is Ubuntu? I thought he was Windows.
Huh? No, man - the kid with the transparent hair is Windows. Hey, Windows! Y'need to get more aggressive there, buddy!
Remember, kids, the ballpit is a metaphor for life. The meanest kids are the ones who are going to win. The ones who are not afraid to grab their balls and use them well are the ones who will end up trampling you into the mesh floor--
-- and you sure as hell don't want to be the mesh floor!
[ As the kids cheer, from behind the camera there is a fat, wet, wheezing "hee hee" noise, almost like the laugh of a demented clown-child whose face has been melted off from huffing all the Clorox they use to clean up the elephant poop. A fat, rotund, green-skinned alien child waddles into view of the camera, his shiny spandex space-pants stretched across his butt like cellophane over partially melted jell-o. Ace looks over Gintoki's shoulder, his face contorting in something akin to a viewer watching Jaws approach the boat and knowing one of those motherfuckers is going to die. He raises his arm as if to reach out to Gintoki, to pull him from the metaphorical rows of jagged teeth, but all he can manage is... ]
Oi, Gintoki--!
[Before the Jell-O-like alien boy grabs Gintoki's hand, snorting and wheezing as he rubs said hand against his slightly slimy cheek, before turning and starting to waddle away like Ace set his ass on fire only to collapse as his face swells up and gets a sickly purple tint to it. Gintoki swears, and all of the little kids stop what they're doing to watch.]
The pen, Ace, oi, the pen--!
[ So far, a pretty normal day.]
[OOC: Referring to this. PS: Red Medic, I am so sorry.]