oo1 / video / ( i am so sorry for her accent ;; )
(There's a few seconds of a shaking, jittering shot of something vaguely gray. A wall, perhaps, or a ceiling. It settles down eventually, and the camera focuses in on the face of a young woman. The expression on it isn't one of peppy cheer, but neither is it of blistering fury.
It's the expression most people incompetent with technology wear when faced with something new. It smooths into annoyance after another brief scene of button fiddling.) Fucks sake. 'S it on? (The accent is heavy and nearly grating. British, clearly, but not the posh version from most films. Despite that, it's not impossible to understand. The swearing, at least, is clear. She seems to come to some sort of understanding with the handheld, a momentary truce, and settles the camera at a safe distance from her face to really let the tirade flow.)
Yah. Awright, wot's this then? Yer computer fing was right unhelpful, talking some shit 'bout heroes. 'M I the cape wearing type? No. This is a joke, yah? It's a crap one, really, so fanks but no fanks. Where's the exit? Not messin', here.
Hey! Any'a you knobs listenin'? Jesus.
It's the expression most people incompetent with technology wear when faced with something new. It smooths into annoyance after another brief scene of button fiddling.) Fucks sake. 'S it on? (The accent is heavy and nearly grating. British, clearly, but not the posh version from most films. Despite that, it's not impossible to understand. The swearing, at least, is clear. She seems to come to some sort of understanding with the handheld, a momentary truce, and settles the camera at a safe distance from her face to really let the tirade flow.)
Yah. Awright, wot's this then? Yer computer fing was right unhelpful, talking some shit 'bout heroes. 'M I the cape wearing type? No. This is a joke, yah? It's a crap one, really, so fanks but no fanks. Where's the exit? Not messin', here.
Hey! Any'a you knobs listenin'? Jesus.