[Week 11, Day 4 | Video]
[Sue sneers into the Hitomi's camera. She is thoroughly unimpressed with the device, ever since discovering that it serves as little more than a glorified YouTube or MySpace tool. Something that those snot-nosed trainwrecks that pass for students back at McKinley would likely salivate over. But was the damn thing actually useful for anything, such as, say, connecting to a helicopter escort service? Of course not.
Regardless, it is time to broadcast her message. And so, much like on her news segment, she draws herself up to present herself as the paragon of wisdom that she knows herself to be.]
Greetings, residents of-- [She pauses.] Whatever you call this place.
It has come to my attention that you most likely do not know who I am. Well, this simply will not do.
The name's Sue Sylvester. Those with a modicum of talent and respect call me Coach Sylvester. Meanwhile, those who decide to behave with inappropriately familiarity and take the liberty of referring to me as Suzie, or any variant thereof, soon find themselves without the capability of doing so any longer. Those of you who value your ability to breathe air rather than blood, take this as you will.
But what's in a name? Reputation, certainly. A history, marked by achievements and failures, if you will. And the history of Sue Sylvester is so thoroughly filled with success that you might just say that I radiate with it.
But, comparable to the nuclear reactor of my embodied talent, well -- I will simply recommend that you keep in mind that radiation can do spectacular things. Such as cure cancer. Or mutate an unfortunate woodland animal into something so disgustingly twisted and repulsive that all it can do is hope for a swift death rather than continuing its excruciating existence.
So choose wisely, people of-- seriously, what the hell do you call this dump?
[She peers suspiciously into the Hitomi's lens. Considers saying something about being able to see the astounding amount of lard in William's hair even from this distance. And then shuts the Hitomi off without warning.]
Regardless, it is time to broadcast her message. And so, much like on her news segment, she draws herself up to present herself as the paragon of wisdom that she knows herself to be.]
Greetings, residents of-- [She pauses.] Whatever you call this place.
It has come to my attention that you most likely do not know who I am. Well, this simply will not do.
The name's Sue Sylvester. Those with a modicum of talent and respect call me Coach Sylvester. Meanwhile, those who decide to behave with inappropriately familiarity and take the liberty of referring to me as Suzie, or any variant thereof, soon find themselves without the capability of doing so any longer. Those of you who value your ability to breathe air rather than blood, take this as you will.
But what's in a name? Reputation, certainly. A history, marked by achievements and failures, if you will. And the history of Sue Sylvester is so thoroughly filled with success that you might just say that I radiate with it.
But, comparable to the nuclear reactor of my embodied talent, well -- I will simply recommend that you keep in mind that radiation can do spectacular things. Such as cure cancer. Or mutate an unfortunate woodland animal into something so disgustingly twisted and repulsive that all it can do is hope for a swift death rather than continuing its excruciating existence.
So choose wisely, people of-- seriously, what the hell do you call this dump?
[She peers suspiciously into the Hitomi's lens. Considers saying something about being able to see the astounding amount of lard in William's hair even from this distance. And then shuts the Hitomi off without warning.]