[101] Being evil takes practice. // Video.
[The camera clicks on, suddenly and without warning, thanks to a lab mouse-- or, well, specifically, an electric lab mouse, because Rex BRILLIANTLY left the communicator too close to its cage, and the mouse's electrical pulses just... whatever, fake science, it turned on the communicator. Consider this revenge for the animal testing, Rex.]
[Speaking of Rex, he's totally oblivious, standing in his COMMANDERRRR getup and letting out a theatrical, sinister laugh.]
Hahahahaha!
[He pauses, lets out a sigh, and slouches at his work table, pulling the fabulous Cobra Commander mask off. ENJOY HIS SEXY UNMASKED VISAGE AS HE TINKERS WITH THE MASK A LITTLE, gasping sexily and talking to himself.]
No... that doesn't sound right...
[He fiddles with it for a moment, then slips the mask back on. His voice is deeper now.]
Hahahahahaaaa!
...
I sound like Darth Vader.
[SIGH. He pulls the mask off again and gets to work. The voice is higher the next time he tries-- much higher. Screechier.]
Ahahaha! HA!
[Pause. This sounds familiar. Time to try something out.]
COBRAAAA!
[Oh holy shit, he sounds like his cartoon counterpart. Rex quickly whips the mask off and stares at it in horror, before going to work on it again. This hideous process is going to repeat until either A) he gets the voice modifier just right or B) he's interrupted or C) he does this too many times and passes out.]
[OOC: I'M GOING TO BED. I just didn't want to miss Fourth Wall Day because of... work. So, hit me up, whatever, I'll tag back like 16 hours from now.]
[Speaking of Rex, he's totally oblivious, standing in his COMMANDERRRR getup and letting out a theatrical, sinister laugh.]
Hahahahaha!
[He pauses, lets out a sigh, and slouches at his work table, pulling the fabulous Cobra Commander mask off. ENJOY HIS SEXY UNMASKED VISAGE AS HE TINKERS WITH THE MASK A LITTLE, gasping sexily and talking to himself.]
No... that doesn't sound right...
[He fiddles with it for a moment, then slips the mask back on. His voice is deeper now.]
Hahahahahaaaa!
...
I sound like Darth Vader.
[SIGH. He pulls the mask off again and gets to work. The voice is higher the next time he tries-- much higher. Screechier.]
Ahahaha! HA!
[Pause. This sounds familiar. Time to try something out.]
COBRAAAA!
[Oh holy shit, he sounds like his cartoon counterpart. Rex quickly whips the mask off and stares at it in horror, before going to work on it again. This hideous process is going to repeat until either A) he gets the voice modifier just right or B) he's interrupted or C) he does this too many times and passes out.]
[OOC: I'M GOING TO BED. I just didn't want to miss Fourth Wall Day because of... work. So, hit me up, whatever, I'll tag back like 16 hours from now.]