Video
[The video is on, but he doesn’t seem to realize. Either way, he does not look like a happy camper.]
Dude. What the hell?
[The phone shifts to show Dean’s face a little too close. He appears to be holding the device in front of his face, and he’s starting to get worked up, if the increase in volume is any indication. Anybody listening might want to hold their phones at a safe distance to avoid going deaf. He takes a deep breath.]
Okay. Whoever brought me here... you better show your face right now! I just want to go home. So I’ll make you a deal, okay? You let me out, and I WON’T RIP YOUR FACE OFF. Instead, you can just go DIE IN A HOLE SOMEWHERE.
[He’s muttering under his breath now.]
Goddamn friggin...
[It seems to occur to him that, like the last time he found himself…misplaced, there might be other, civilized humans about. And they just might be listening. If he was lucky. Which was a long shot, but still.]
Hey. If there’s anybody else out there that’s, you know, human. And sane. Give me a holler, would you? And, uh, if you could tell me where I am…and what year it is maybe? That’d be great.
[There’s beeping as some of the buttons on the phone are pushed and he apparently thinks that he’s succeeded in turning the phone off. The view tilts, showing a blur of sideways scenery. He’s probably holding the phone at his side while walking. He hums a few bars of Metallica to himself as he walks. It calms him down, okay. But he’s trying to be subtle about it. After all, he doesn’t want to alert anything nasty to his presence.]
Dude. What the hell?
[The phone shifts to show Dean’s face a little too close. He appears to be holding the device in front of his face, and he’s starting to get worked up, if the increase in volume is any indication. Anybody listening might want to hold their phones at a safe distance to avoid going deaf. He takes a deep breath.]
Okay. Whoever brought me here... you better show your face right now! I just want to go home. So I’ll make you a deal, okay? You let me out, and I WON’T RIP YOUR FACE OFF. Instead, you can just go DIE IN A HOLE SOMEWHERE.
[He’s muttering under his breath now.]
Goddamn friggin...
[It seems to occur to him that, like the last time he found himself…misplaced, there might be other, civilized humans about. And they just might be listening. If he was lucky. Which was a long shot, but still.]
Hey. If there’s anybody else out there that’s, you know, human. And sane. Give me a holler, would you? And, uh, if you could tell me where I am…and what year it is maybe? That’d be great.
[There’s beeping as some of the buttons on the phone are pushed and he apparently thinks that he’s succeeded in turning the phone off. The view tilts, showing a blur of sideways scenery. He’s probably holding the phone at his side while walking. He hums a few bars of Metallica to himself as he walks. It calms him down, okay. But he’s trying to be subtle about it. After all, he doesn’t want to alert anything nasty to his presence.]