o8. video/action
[ the feed starts with the image of a potted saffron plant and a dill plant--norway was watering them when the yellow thing emerged from between them, almost like a parasite with peels and a pedestal of pancakes. after staring at the nannerpuss for a few moments, he pokes it with the spout of his watering can.
he assumes that it is banana posessed by a spirit. ]
The hell are ya?
You can call me nannerpuss!
No.
But I'm a nannerpuss, nannerpuss.
What's yer name?
Nannerpuss.
...
And guess what? I'm a nannerpuss! You can call me nannerpuss, nannerp--
[ and then all at once norway grabs the nannerpuss around where his mustache is and wrenches him from his stack of panacakes. he has not had his afternoon coffee yet, it is too early/late for this. of course there is much flailing of split banana peel arms, the nannerpuss might have lost an eye, and Norway is definitely victorious. holding a limp, bruised banana ripped from its stack of pancakes, he calls: ]
Ice, here's a new buddy fer ya. It's kinda like Puffin.
he assumes that it is banana posessed by a spirit. ]
The hell are ya?
You can call me nannerpuss!
No.
But I'm a nannerpuss, nannerpuss.
What's yer name?
Nannerpuss.
...
And guess what? I'm a nannerpuss! You can call me nannerpuss, nannerp--
[ and then all at once norway grabs the nannerpuss around where his mustache is and wrenches him from his stack of panacakes. he has not had his afternoon coffee yet, it is too early/late for this. of course there is much flailing of split banana peel arms, the nannerpuss might have lost an eye, and Norway is definitely victorious. holding a limp, bruised banana ripped from its stack of pancakes, he calls: ]
Ice, here's a new buddy fer ya. It's kinda like Puffin.