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poly_chromatic2012-04-28 06:05 am
worldofourown) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-04-28 06:05 am
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014 - And Etcetera And Etcetera - Video
[The feed snaps on to a shot of Karl. He looks perfectly neat and well-dressed. Sane, even. But his left eyebrow keeps twitching. Pursing his lips, he tosses his hair back from his eyes, and opens his mouth. Anyone who knows Karl expects him to break into a spiteful rant about 'Puny Humans' or 'The Worthless City'. Perhaps a charming comment about blood, entrails, dead babies, and the joys therein.]
[Instead, what emerges is:]
AY, YO - WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG WIT' CHOO, CITY? Don' be tryin' no bubble-poppin'; you bitches gon' be balled up! Ya gots 'til midnight to set me straight, and I'ma low it. Else I'ma put that smack-a-lackin' on ya. We straight thug nasty. We ain't taking shit from nobody, ya' mean?
...
[Pause. Blink. Scowl. His left eyebrow twitches worse.]
Bravo, City.
How am I supposed to conduct any business, if even I don't understand what I'm saying? Unless there are translators who understand this gibberish.
[Reaching to shut off the device.]
If there are any, I demand your services for today. Until then - peace out, yo. Keep it trill.
[And he nearly brings up two fingers to make deuces, before catching himself with a smothered growl. Wow. Look at his eyebrow twitch. Muttering between gritted teeth, Karl snaps the device shut. Translators, feel free to get in touch!]
[OOC; Hit with Lost in Translation, Karl is cursed to spit disses like a Gangsta. (Or maybe a Wanksta?) He has no clue what half the words spilling out of his mouth mean. And it's weirding the eff out of him. Help a vampire out, City! :|b]
[Instead, what emerges is:]
AY, YO - WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG WIT' CHOO, CITY? Don' be tryin' no bubble-poppin'; you bitches gon' be balled up! Ya gots 'til midnight to set me straight, and I'ma low it. Else I'ma put that smack-a-lackin' on ya. We straight thug nasty. We ain't taking shit from nobody, ya' mean?
...
[Pause. Blink. Scowl. His left eyebrow twitches worse.]
Bravo, City.
How am I supposed to conduct any business, if even I don't understand what I'm saying? Unless there are translators who understand this gibberish.
[Reaching to shut off the device.]
If there are any, I demand your services for today. Until then - peace out, yo. Keep it trill.
[And he nearly brings up two fingers to make deuces, before catching himself with a smothered growl. Wow. Look at his eyebrow twitch. Muttering between gritted teeth, Karl snaps the device shut. Translators, feel free to get in touch!]
[OOC; Hit with Lost in Translation, Karl is cursed to spit disses like a Gangsta. (Or maybe a Wanksta?) He has no clue what half the words spilling out of his mouth mean. And it's weirding the eff out of him. Help a vampire out, City! :|b]
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...
I mean, you're right. At least, you'd better be.
[He has no idea what any of those words mean :|]