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[The view is fumbling as soon as it starts, but a thumb's on half of the lens, so there wouldn't be much to see anyhow. Even so...]
Let - me - see!
[Each word is accompanied by a yank, and easily, the NV is hoisted into the air. Staring at the camera is a little... something, not very pleasant. It's bug-eyed, and has no mouth, but it must be the one who says,] Ha! Got it! Like you know how to work this piece of junk, Crona.
[From off camera - and now that you mention it, isn't that the top of someone's head below the view of the shrill black thing? - come very nervous words: ] But that person said it was mine... and I have to use it to ask— [Could this perhaps be the owner of that thumb? The black thing waving around the NV now hasn't any real hands to speak of - just large white fists, or that's what it seems like.]
Never mind that! What's yours is mine, right? Including your dinner if you don't shut up!
[The creature pauses, and then rubs its head with one of its fists.]
Except, uh... I don't know where to get dinner around here. That's where you come in, Canada people. Ha! Who ever heard of a place called Canada, anyway? Stuuupid. Look, is there or isn't there somewhere to get some grub around here? Crona doesn't have any money, so something like that's out! Let me know, all right? Or we'll have to end up dying of hunger right on your pretty lawn!
What? No! I can't die on someone's lawn! [Actual hands are up in the air, now, batting at the thing.] Laying on grass is too itchy! I'll get ants in my clothes! Besides, outside is too growling too much, I don't like it when the outside growls!
[The little black thing cackles - or something close to it? - and holds the NV further aloft.]
Better hurry, this thing might go quick! Can't wait to hear from you, foody people! Help a little fella like me out, all right?
[But, right before it cuts, and with desperation - ] Ragnarok! Ragnarok, wait, please ask about Lady Medu—
Let - me - see!
[Each word is accompanied by a yank, and easily, the NV is hoisted into the air. Staring at the camera is a little... something, not very pleasant. It's bug-eyed, and has no mouth, but it must be the one who says,] Ha! Got it! Like you know how to work this piece of junk, Crona.
[From off camera - and now that you mention it, isn't that the top of someone's head below the view of the shrill black thing? - come very nervous words: ] But that person said it was mine... and I have to use it to ask— [Could this perhaps be the owner of that thumb? The black thing waving around the NV now hasn't any real hands to speak of - just large white fists, or that's what it seems like.]
Never mind that! What's yours is mine, right? Including your dinner if you don't shut up!
[The creature pauses, and then rubs its head with one of its fists.]
Except, uh... I don't know where to get dinner around here. That's where you come in, Canada people. Ha! Who ever heard of a place called Canada, anyway? Stuuupid. Look, is there or isn't there somewhere to get some grub around here? Crona doesn't have any money, so something like that's out! Let me know, all right? Or we'll have to end up dying of hunger right on your pretty lawn!
What? No! I can't die on someone's lawn! [Actual hands are up in the air, now, batting at the thing.] Laying on grass is too itchy! I'll get ants in my clothes! Besides, outside is too growling too much, I don't like it when the outside growls!
[The little black thing cackles - or something close to it? - and holds the NV further aloft.]
Better hurry, this thing might go quick! Can't wait to hear from you, foody people! Help a little fella like me out, all right?
[But, right before it cuts, and with desperation - ] Ragnarok! Ragnarok, wait, please ask about Lady Medu—