May 22, 2011 22:26
[At first, all can be heard is the distant, and occasionally not-so-distant crashes of teleported junk as it lands on other junk. Then, after a few seconds have passed, there’s a distinctly teenaged sigh.]
Ooookay, so. Apparently ‘voice’ does not mean ‘get a voice’. That’s one mystery solved…
[The speaker starts moving around the junkyard, verbally hemming and hawing over his next choice.]
…I have no idea what this one does. ‘s good as any, I guess.
[And click.
Have a nice video of Hiccup, everybody. He’s staring down at his shiney new device, expression puzzled and expectant.]
Yeah, yeah, okay, you’re ‘recording‘, but you said that before and you weren’t doing anything…
[His eyes drop away from the device, becoming unfocused as the teen thinks. Over his shoulder, the camera catches something beginning to materialize above him.]
…recording…voice.
Recording my voice?
[His eyes dart back to the device, but that’s not what makes them widen. He seems to realize there's a large shadow being cast down on him just in time. Hiccup turns and lets out a frightened yell as a slightly larger than life-sized statue of Elvis Presley starts its two story drop towards him. The boy promptly dives out of the way.
The mic picks up the Viking's impact, then the King's a few feet away. Hiccup groans and rolls over, effectively ending the transmission.
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