☠8 Heads Batted In // Video//English☠
[With a long and unusually loud buzz, the communicator turns on to the sound of a boy's cracking voice shrieking and fumbling, some splashing, and then a thud as the communicator hits the ground. Scout can be seen flailing around with his pants rolled up to his knees, bare legs being ripped frantically out of the edge of the lake. Cue a good 20 seconds or so of the Scout dancing around on his toes like he's walking across something hot...]
Sonuva-- what the heck was that?! Piece'a crap almost killin' me- YOU ALL SHOCKED MY LEGS, NUMB NUTS! STUPID SCIENTISTS!
[Scout shivers and rubs at his wet legs. Probably not the smartest thing to do in the winter, but if his gooey pile of shirt, hat, and headset at the bottom of the frame is any indication, there was good reason for being all wet. After a moment of mumbling, he snatches up the communicator, scratching at the back of his unruly mop of wet and gooey hair. There's fleshy globs of... something, on his cheeks, and a long line of slime hanging from the tip of his nose. Attractive.]
'Ey, don't go by this lake if you know what's good for you's. This thing? Like, it looked like-- a pile of pancakes! No- it looked like a pile'a steaks! -just freaking grabs me an' tries t'strip me wit its gross child molesting insides and steal my junk! But I blew that sucka to pieces from the inside and owned it this time! Not alotta' crap can stand up to a freakin shottie, y'know.
["This time" meaning this has happened before... And the first time, the like-like stole his communicator. This would be Scout getting sick of the chip shocking him and seeking out the blob that stole his comm. This would also be Scout covered in the slimy result. Let's not get into how lucky he was to be swallowed again by the one who took it to begin with.]
So uh, yeah. I'm great, and I'm still the man, and this pile'a crap over here? [Have a pan over to a circle of sludge, scattered outward for several feet. What a tasty view.] SUCKS! That's right, pally, you ain't nothin' but a big fat pile'a boogers with "I suck" on the side! [And back to Scout] So who thought I was dead? Cuz if you did, you all obviously don't know just how freakin' awesome I am. And if anybody saw me cryin' in the street from gettin' shocked so bad, I would kinda 'preciate it if ya kept yer friggin' mouths shut.
Sonuva-- what the heck was that?! Piece'a crap almost killin' me- YOU ALL SHOCKED MY LEGS, NUMB NUTS! STUPID SCIENTISTS!
[Scout shivers and rubs at his wet legs. Probably not the smartest thing to do in the winter, but if his gooey pile of shirt, hat, and headset at the bottom of the frame is any indication, there was good reason for being all wet. After a moment of mumbling, he snatches up the communicator, scratching at the back of his unruly mop of wet and gooey hair. There's fleshy globs of... something, on his cheeks, and a long line of slime hanging from the tip of his nose. Attractive.]
'Ey, don't go by this lake if you know what's good for you's. This thing? Like, it looked like-- a pile of pancakes! No- it looked like a pile'a steaks! -just freaking grabs me an' tries t'strip me wit its gross child molesting insides and steal my junk! But I blew that sucka to pieces from the inside and owned it this time! Not alotta' crap can stand up to a freakin shottie, y'know.
["This time" meaning this has happened before... And the first time, the like-like stole his communicator. This would be Scout getting sick of the chip shocking him and seeking out the blob that stole his comm. This would also be Scout covered in the slimy result. Let's not get into how lucky he was to be swallowed again by the one who took it to begin with.]
So uh, yeah. I'm great, and I'm still the man, and this pile'a crap over here? [Have a pan over to a circle of sludge, scattered outward for several feet. What a tasty view.] SUCKS! That's right, pally, you ain't nothin' but a big fat pile'a boogers with "I suck" on the side! [And back to Scout] So who thought I was dead? Cuz if you did, you all obviously don't know just how freakin' awesome I am. And if anybody saw me cryin' in the street from gettin' shocked so bad, I would kinda 'preciate it if ya kept yer friggin' mouths shut.