[Voice and Action]
[Heavy, exaggerated sighs can be heard over the PHS. In his attempt to run away from what at first was a bear, which then turned into a bear and a mob of angry bees (seeing as, in the process of running away from the bear, he accidentally bumped into a tree harboring a very crowded beehive). The bees had attracted their natural predators, swarms of birds. With the amount of animals running after him, one might believe that he was a pied piper of some sort. That, or a pied piper that had tricked the animals out of their money- Knowing Gin, that would actually have been something he would do. Gin gulps as he sees a dead end- A barracade of trees lie before him, and he is not an adept climber. He turned around to face the oncoming soldiers, err, furry woodland creatures. Taking a deep breath, Gin begins to yodel the lyrics of a song he had heard on a commercial for a love hotel, ripped from some English popstar he had forgotten the name of.]
IT'S GETTING LATE TO GIVE YOU THE SLIP-
[Gin then mumbled to himself, stopping his singing temporarily.]
Uh? Slip? Or was it slut...
[He failed to realize the actual lyrics were "give you up." He continued to sing off-key, in a voice that resembled the noise of a dying walrus trying to sing and play the trombone at the same time. Really, he wasn't even using the proper technique to yodel...]
I TOOK A SIP FROM MY EVIL CUP! SLOWLY IT'S TAKING OVER ME- Geez, what the Hell? What kind of song is this?! WHAT DRUGS WAS SHE ON!
[He then pauses, and starts to sing as if his speaking was a part of the song, adding his own poorly improvised melody to it.]
WHAT THE HEEEEEEELL, WHAT KIND OF DRUGS WAS SHE OOOON~
[He thought to himself that it was the best to then go on to the chorus, since he had already lost his place.]
WITH THE TASTE OF YOUR LIPS I'M ON A SLIDE- I'M SLIPPING ON UNDERWEAR-
[As Gin continues to sing his horrible, dying sea-mammal yodeling whatever-it-really-was, the animals, repelled by the loud, irritating noise, begin to retreat. Unfortunately for Gin, he does not realize his singing was being broadcasted over the PHS. He had accidentally turned his "super wristwatch" on when he had bumped into the tree.]
Eh? In this context, shouldn't it be slipping off...?
IT'S GETTING LATE TO GIVE YOU THE SLIP-
[Gin then mumbled to himself, stopping his singing temporarily.]
Uh? Slip? Or was it slut...
[He failed to realize the actual lyrics were "give you up." He continued to sing off-key, in a voice that resembled the noise of a dying walrus trying to sing and play the trombone at the same time. Really, he wasn't even using the proper technique to yodel...]
I TOOK A SIP FROM MY EVIL CUP! SLOWLY IT'S TAKING OVER ME- Geez, what the Hell? What kind of song is this?! WHAT DRUGS WAS SHE ON!
[He then pauses, and starts to sing as if his speaking was a part of the song, adding his own poorly improvised melody to it.]
WHAT THE HEEEEEEELL, WHAT KIND OF DRUGS WAS SHE OOOON~
[He thought to himself that it was the best to then go on to the chorus, since he had already lost his place.]
WITH THE TASTE OF YOUR LIPS I'M ON A SLIDE- I'M SLIPPING ON UNDERWEAR-
[As Gin continues to sing his horrible, dying sea-mammal yodeling whatever-it-really-was, the animals, repelled by the loud, irritating noise, begin to retreat. Unfortunately for Gin, he does not realize his singing was being broadcasted over the PHS. He had accidentally turned his "super wristwatch" on when he had bumped into the tree.]
Eh? In this context, shouldn't it be slipping off...?