012 // [Video] ---> [Audio]
[Samus is pacing in her small apartment, talking aloud although not looking at the camera. Still, it's obvious that she knows that it is on.]
Once more we're faced with a problem. It may seem benign, but who knows what this could change into. I say we-
[As she talks, a steady guitar beat starts up. She doesn't really seem to notice it.]
gather a force to find the cause of-
[A foreign voice chimes in, likely from the system she is recording from as it sounds electronic, and cutting her off.]
Can you handle this?
... As I said, a force to-
Can you handle this?
[She looks pissed now. Too pissed to realize that her hips are moving in time with the rhythm.]
What on Zebes-
Can you handle this? I don't think they can handle this!
[All of a sudden Samus' armor disappears in a flash of light as she begins to dance and sing, leaving nothing but the imagination-unnecessary zero suit. Boy, for a girl who has never danced before she can sure shake it.]
Better move, 'cus I've arrived
Lookin' sexy, lookin' fly
Baddest chick, chick inside
DJ, Jam tonight...
Spotted me, a tender thing
There you are, come on baby
Don't you wanna dance with me?
Can you handle, handle me?
[She promptly shakes herself around, giving her ... posterior a good angle in the camera. In fact, it's pretty much all that's in the camera right now. And boy, is it a nice posterior. Some might even go so far to call it a "fine piece of ass." You don't fight aliens and monsters for so many years without gaining amazing glutes, and boy in that Zero Suit does it show.]
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for me
'Cause my body's too bootylicious for you babe
[Suddenly the music stops. And Samus is standing there, ass to the camera, and completely and utterly shocked. There is no graceful recovery from this. Simply, she turns as fast as she can and switches the feed clumsily to Audio.
There's a good long pause of silence before finally, quietly, she speaks.]
We need to solve this. Now.
Once more we're faced with a problem. It may seem benign, but who knows what this could change into. I say we-
[As she talks, a steady guitar beat starts up. She doesn't really seem to notice it.]
gather a force to find the cause of-
[A foreign voice chimes in, likely from the system she is recording from as it sounds electronic, and cutting her off.]
Can you handle this?
... As I said, a force to-
Can you handle this?
[She looks pissed now. Too pissed to realize that her hips are moving in time with the rhythm.]
What on Zebes-
Can you handle this? I don't think they can handle this!
[All of a sudden Samus' armor disappears in a flash of light as she begins to dance and sing, leaving nothing but the imagination-unnecessary zero suit. Boy, for a girl who has never danced before she can sure shake it.]
Better move, 'cus I've arrived
Lookin' sexy, lookin' fly
Baddest chick, chick inside
DJ, Jam tonight...
Spotted me, a tender thing
There you are, come on baby
Don't you wanna dance with me?
Can you handle, handle me?
[She promptly shakes herself around, giving her ... posterior a good angle in the camera. In fact, it's pretty much all that's in the camera right now. And boy, is it a nice posterior. Some might even go so far to call it a "fine piece of ass." You don't fight aliens and monsters for so many years without gaining amazing glutes, and boy in that Zero Suit does it show.]
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for me
'Cause my body's too bootylicious for you babe
[Suddenly the music stops. And Samus is standing there, ass to the camera, and completely and utterly shocked. There is no graceful recovery from this. Simply, she turns as fast as she can and switches the feed clumsily to Audio.
There's a good long pause of silence before finally, quietly, she speaks.]
We need to solve this. Now.