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[ Evening is falling fast in the African grasslands, the stars above peeking through the darkening veil of the sky. People occasionally pass by in the background, but Jason is the one filming, wearing an olive-colored t-shirt and a slight frown. ]
Welp. Here we go.
Hey Batman, you asshole! ... Not you, the young one. Thanks for fucking off as soon as we hit the fucking ground, dickweed. Hope you got your own transportation back, cause we're not waiting around for your punkass. On my way back? I'm gonna sabotage all but the slowest goddamn plane, so you can spend a twenty hour flight whacking off to dreams of the Batmobile.
[ Despite all the shouting and cursing and allegations of... autophilia?... Jason doesn't actually seem to be mad. Irritated, sure, but when he pauses, it's just business as usual.
And then he grins a terrible, awful, somewhat disturbing and perhaps even unnerving grin that promises all manner of trouble. It's a grin that has come to eat your children, or maybe just the cat. ]
Defection aside, things are going well. Not perfect, but that'd be boring. I'm definitely doing this again, assuming we don't all die a pointless, bloody death, our bodies left to rot under the sun and feed the shitload of vultures that have taken to following us around during the day. FUCK OFF! [ Yeah, that was shouted off-screen. ] Jesus fucking christ. Anyway... Batman mark two, we are over professionally. [ Deadpan. ] Over.
I like the food here, though. Indian influenced and they use different starches. Didn't like the grasshoppers, however. I mean they tasted all right, but they're not exactly filling. Fortunately that's not what we're eating tonight. Just in case you were concerned Blake flipped out and killed a zebra or something. It's all right. We're all right. Not that you fuckheads give a shit, am I right?
Welp. Here we go.
Hey Batman, you asshole! ... Not you, the young one. Thanks for fucking off as soon as we hit the fucking ground, dickweed. Hope you got your own transportation back, cause we're not waiting around for your punkass. On my way back? I'm gonna sabotage all but the slowest goddamn plane, so you can spend a twenty hour flight whacking off to dreams of the Batmobile.
[ Despite all the shouting and cursing and allegations of... autophilia?... Jason doesn't actually seem to be mad. Irritated, sure, but when he pauses, it's just business as usual.
And then he grins a terrible, awful, somewhat disturbing and perhaps even unnerving grin that promises all manner of trouble. It's a grin that has come to eat your children, or maybe just the cat. ]
Defection aside, things are going well. Not perfect, but that'd be boring. I'm definitely doing this again, assuming we don't all die a pointless, bloody death, our bodies left to rot under the sun and feed the shitload of vultures that have taken to following us around during the day. FUCK OFF! [ Yeah, that was shouted off-screen. ] Jesus fucking christ. Anyway... Batman mark two, we are over professionally. [ Deadpan. ] Over.
I like the food here, though. Indian influenced and they use different starches. Didn't like the grasshoppers, however. I mean they tasted all right, but they're not exactly filling. Fortunately that's not what we're eating tonight. Just in case you were concerned Blake flipped out and killed a zebra or something. It's all right. We're all right. Not that you fuckheads give a shit, am I right?