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Cornelius frowned, because as we all know he lacked the ability to make any sort of noise in any way, shape, or form. He frowned at the colorful birds and twinkling stars which soared and flitted and floated around him, and he furrowed his brow.
In an animated film, or sometimes a live-action film with animated elemtents, when a character gets whalloped on the coconut, the result is, as we all know, often tweeting birds and stars that circle the character's head. After a few moments, however, they disappear. Or rather, are transfered to another world.
Cornelius currently sat, floating, frowning, in that world. He himself had been a star star back in the day, and had come from one of the first silent cartoons. He was a shimmering black and white, not the sort of shimmer that stars have because they are bright, but the sort of shimmer projectors project because they are of a low quality. He circled with a crowd of his old silent friends as well, who all sat in silence and made grumpy faces at the new bright stars and birds around them.
In the case of today, however, he had an extra special reason for frowning. He had just been bumped into by one of the computer animated birds of the new age, of which he despised so, with their full color, extra demension, and full library of vibrant sounds.
Cornelius turned back to his group frowning, and not much else happened.
In an animated film, or sometimes a live-action film with animated elemtents, when a character gets whalloped on the coconut, the result is, as we all know, often tweeting birds and stars that circle the character's head. After a few moments, however, they disappear. Or rather, are transfered to another world.
Cornelius currently sat, floating, frowning, in that world. He himself had been a star star back in the day, and had come from one of the first silent cartoons. He was a shimmering black and white, not the sort of shimmer that stars have because they are bright, but the sort of shimmer projectors project because they are of a low quality. He circled with a crowd of his old silent friends as well, who all sat in silence and made grumpy faces at the new bright stars and birds around them.
In the case of today, however, he had an extra special reason for frowning. He had just been bumped into by one of the computer animated birds of the new age, of which he despised so, with their full color, extra demension, and full library of vibrant sounds.
Cornelius turned back to his group frowning, and not much else happened.