[VIDEO] Episode 3: In which there is too much information

[angel_junk]

[Today's awkward moment is sponsored by Doctor Bhamba featuring "nervously pacing back and forth in front of the camera while wearing nothing but an open lab coat and briefs

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[Video]

[reckless_eagle]

Okay, dude? That is like. Way more than I needed to know, ever!

[VIDEO]

[angel_junk]

And you don't even know the details!

[He's screaming that. In a hysterical voice.]

[VIDEO]

[reckless_eagle]

And it's still total TMI!

[VIDEO]

[angel_junk]

[Here's some more of Bhamba pacing, hands on his head, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like 'so many rabbits'. If you think being told is bad then hopefully you can appreciate how horrified Bhamba is at being the one who actually did it.]

OhhwhatdoIdowhatdoIdo?!

[More nervous pacing.]

[calculatedfire]

The event created memories to go with the situation. As long as you didn't do it during the event, it didn't happen.

[or at least, i really really hope I did not have sex with Haru and Gokudera...]

[angel_junk]

[Bhamba sighs with relief.]

Thank you. For a moment I thought I-

[Pause.

More pause.

So so much pause.]

Did... you just say as long as you didn't do it during the event?

[calculatedfire]

If you did it during the influence of the event, than it would be real.

[angel_junk]

[Well done, you just broke his brain. He's staring at the screen in horror now, corner of his mouth twitching.]

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[worldentire]

[snerking SO HARD RIGHT NOW.]

Actually, sport, if you remember it, it's likely you did it. [so grinning to himself.] Hate t'break it t'you.

[VIDEO]

[angel_junk]

[Yes, sadly Bhamba has figured that out by now, which is why when you tune in he is sitting on the floor, bottle of tequila in his hand, staring at the screen.

He acknowledges your statement with a sort of 'Huh' noise and takes a gulp from the bottle.]

[audio of milking this for allllllll it's worth.]

[worldentire]

What's the matter, sport? You not like Sander Cohen? He used t'sleep in the bed'a the leader'a Rapture. You should be grateful, really, that he'd pick you.

[A pause. No, he's not turning his audio off to lol at you. Not at all.]

I thought you fit well together.

[VIDEO of you're a horrible brother and a horrible person]

[angel_junk]

[If he wasn't so defeated by the circumstances he would probably put some emotion into this, but as it is he's perfectly deadpan.]

And I used to sleep in the bed of Stella Clifton, who was not only an accomplished and renowned astrophysicist, but also a woman.

[Another gulp]

If you like him so much I'll gladly trade him for your wife.

[helena_campbell]

Oh god Put on some clothes!

[angel_junk]

I have some clothes on!

[He flaps his lab coat in protest]

[helena_campbell]

That hardly counts as... Alright, then let me say it like this: Put some pants on!

[angel_junk]

[He looks at his briefs and wants to protest, but then again, he was going to get dressed anyway, so...]

All right, all right...

[He walks to the closet, searches through it for a while and returns with ~TADAAAAA!~ pants on.]

Happy now?

[video of BWAHAHAHAHA]

[presto_presto]

[Bhamba's abandoned clothes are still strewn on the floor of Cohen's room, and the mime man himself is in the middle of the screen wearing a cat-that-got-the-cream expression.]

Of course he did~, and he would be welcomed back. I've not met with such remarkable stamina since Mr Finnegan departed for the freezer~.

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[angel_junk]

Weeeell, what can I say? Hula hoop is a demanding sport and I practice every other- [OHSHI- WAITAMINUTE!]

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[angel_junk]

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[angel_junk]

[If Cohen is the cat that got the milk, allow Bhamba to be the deer caught in the headlights, because that's pretty much how he's going to stare at the screen now that it's clicked in his head about who just tuned in there.]