5th Gear. I am intoxicated. Right NOW. [Video]
[Someone looks like he's been drinking. Or smoking...something... Sitting in a chair alongside a desk in his room, he gazes blearily into his Forge's camera.]
Heeeeey guys? I'm not feelin' so good right now an' uh... I dunno. Mebbe I ate somethin' bad or...somethin'. 'Cause it's like things're way fuzzy right now an' sometimes the room kinda...tips...funny...
[Whoops, hold up. Spacing out a bit here. He's lost his train of thought.]
[A few seconds pass. Suddenly he looks back at the Forge again.]
Think maybe my nanites are kinda...messed up, too. Crashed out, I guess?
[Lifting his right hand, he holds it up in front of him, attempting to focus on it. Experimentally, he holds up two fingers.]
Looks like...fffoooouuuur, but um. Man, I can't really figure out if it is or not.
[He tries to focus and there's a pathetic flashing of neon blue lines over his hand. He's trying to build out.]
C'mon! Yer supposed to listen to me when I tell you to do somethin' an' you're not! This is made'a so much fail, it's--
[Suddenly his fist builds out into a Smackhand. And...well...he did have his hand turned toward his own face.]
[Good thing that wasn't a gun.]
[Rex falls out of his seat and out of sight like a sack of bricks, knocked out by his own right fist.]
[Yeah, give him a minute. He'll get up. Sooner or later.]
Heeeeey guys? I'm not feelin' so good right now an' uh... I dunno. Mebbe I ate somethin' bad or...somethin'. 'Cause it's like things're way fuzzy right now an' sometimes the room kinda...tips...funny...
[Whoops, hold up. Spacing out a bit here. He's lost his train of thought.]
[A few seconds pass. Suddenly he looks back at the Forge again.]
Think maybe my nanites are kinda...messed up, too. Crashed out, I guess?
[Lifting his right hand, he holds it up in front of him, attempting to focus on it. Experimentally, he holds up two fingers.]
Looks like...fffoooouuuur, but um. Man, I can't really figure out if it is or not.
[He tries to focus and there's a pathetic flashing of neon blue lines over his hand. He's trying to build out.]
C'mon! Yer supposed to listen to me when I tell you to do somethin' an' you're not! This is made'a so much fail, it's--
[Suddenly his fist builds out into a Smackhand. And...well...he did have his hand turned toward his own face.]
[Good thing that wasn't a gun.]
[Rex falls out of his seat and out of sight like a sack of bricks, knocked out by his own right fist.]
[Yeah, give him a minute. He'll get up. Sooner or later.]