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sirenspull2012-03-14 11:28 pm
jokerofcrime) wrote in sirenspull2012-03-14 11:28 pm
005 (Video) Backdated to before Sirens.
[There is darkness.
It is a horrible, shifting, terrifying darkness from whence only a tiny bit of light escapes. AND OH, THE SOUNDS. THE HORRIBLE SOUNDS. A cacophony of smacking and pleased sighs. The darkness shifts, more light pours through, shining like some beacon of Heaven in this most dark, horrible-
And then Meowth moves and the NV reveals that he's been buried in a pile of Cadbury eggs THE ENTIRE TIME. His mouth is covered in chocolate and his presently licking the creme filling out of one of them.] I don't know what's goin' on, but I think I can get used t' this. [One of his goons walks by with a basket of the eggs and proceeds to dump them on top of the unsuspecting cat.] HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE DUMPIN THOSE, YOU BIG LU- Hey, this one's got caramel in it. [Om nom caramel egg.] Keep 'em comin', boys. I think I picked a good day to get a hankerin' for fried eggs, even if they can't find a real one in this joint nowheres.
[The following is an anonymous voice message sent to the NV of every known criminal enterpriser in Port- basically, if you were in Caster's personal network of villains or Black Mask's good books and/or made it public knowledge in the criminal underground what you were all about... It's safe to assume you got this (although it's mostly relevant to Caster's little club). It's anonymous in that voice is modified... Unfortunately, it... can't hide bad Bronx grammar. And it's not untraceable- who do you think Meowth is? A genius?]
I think Caster had th' right idea, gettin' us all together-like. Just 'cause she's gone don't mean we oughta let her hard work go t' waste. So who's got control over that these days now that she's gone?
It is a horrible, shifting, terrifying darkness from whence only a tiny bit of light escapes. AND OH, THE SOUNDS. THE HORRIBLE SOUNDS. A cacophony of smacking and pleased sighs. The darkness shifts, more light pours through, shining like some beacon of Heaven in this most dark, horrible-
And then Meowth moves and the NV reveals that he's been buried in a pile of Cadbury eggs THE ENTIRE TIME. His mouth is covered in chocolate and his presently licking the creme filling out of one of them.] I don't know what's goin' on, but I think I can get used t' this. [One of his goons walks by with a basket of the eggs and proceeds to dump them on top of the unsuspecting cat.] HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE DUMPIN THOSE, YOU BIG LU- Hey, this one's got caramel in it. [Om nom caramel egg.] Keep 'em comin', boys. I think I picked a good day to get a hankerin' for fried eggs, even if they can't find a real one in this joint nowheres.
[The following is an anonymous voice message sent to the NV of every known criminal enterpriser in Port- basically, if you were in Caster's personal network of villains or Black Mask's good books and/or made it public knowledge in the criminal underground what you were all about... It's safe to assume you got this (although it's mostly relevant to Caster's little club). It's anonymous in that voice is modified... Unfortunately, it... can't hide bad Bronx grammar. And it's not untraceable- who do you think Meowth is? A genius?]
I think Caster had th' right idea, gettin' us all together-like. Just 'cause she's gone don't mean we oughta let her hard work go t' waste. So who's got control over that these days now that she's gone?