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starspangledhero) wrote2010-09-23 10:56 pm
starspangledhero) wrote2010-09-23 10:56 pm
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[voice//action for Marshall street apartments]
[ And you thought you were rid of them. Nope. America hath been Mindbroken, which for you means the return of two very special individuals from America's chip event. Both are America's voice. Don't feel like color coding. MAKE DO WITH HORRENDOUS ACCENTS. ]
Someone tell this fuckwit that he ain't allowed ta go inta peoples' homes an' turn everythin' upside down! It's bad enough that he's doin' it ta my land, but do I have ta suffer this blatant invasion of my rights at every turn?!
It's not your home! Don't make me turn your "Alfred" logic bullshit back on you.
Ya can use that excuse fer the war, but ya sure as hell can't use it here, 'cause it ain't yer house!
Well it "ain't yers" either. It's the American embassy, not the "Confederate Den of Inequity"!
Yer face is a Den'f Inequity.
Go back to your drunken gambling you amoral-- where are you going?!
I'm gonna fix what ya've ruined!
[ A door slams. One of the Americas can be heard screaming through the other side of the door. ]
I'LL PUT THEM RIGHT-SIDE UP AGAIN, YOU PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE CUP HANDLER!
[ The other speaks into the communicator. ]
Beg yer pardon, everyone, but this ain't gonna stand. No way am I gonna let anyone here get roaches crawlin' in their cups and spreadin' consumption. Don't let the Yank in yer room.
[ knock knock.
Here comes the Confederacy to turn the cups in your cupboard rim-down. Or is it the Union to turn them rim-up? You might be able to tell because the Reb's missing shoes and looks rather shabby, but then again, if you don't know jack shit about the American civil war, you'll probably be confused. ...Or you're confused anyway. Perfectly acceptable. ]
Someone tell this fuckwit that he ain't allowed ta go inta peoples' homes an' turn everythin' upside down! It's bad enough that he's doin' it ta my land, but do I have ta suffer this blatant invasion of my rights at every turn?!
It's not your home! Don't make me turn your "Alfred" logic bullshit back on you.
Ya can use that excuse fer the war, but ya sure as hell can't use it here, 'cause it ain't yer house!
Well it "ain't yers" either. It's the American embassy, not the "Confederate Den of Inequity"!
Yer face is a Den'f Inequity.
Go back to your drunken gambling you amoral-- where are you going?!
I'm gonna fix what ya've ruined!
[ A door slams. One of the Americas can be heard screaming through the other side of the door. ]
I'LL PUT THEM RIGHT-SIDE UP AGAIN, YOU PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE CUP HANDLER!
[ The other speaks into the communicator. ]
Beg yer pardon, everyone, but this ain't gonna stand. No way am I gonna let anyone here get roaches crawlin' in their cups and spreadin' consumption. Don't let the Yank in yer room.
[ knock knock.
Here comes the Confederacy to turn the cups in your cupboard rim-down. Or is it the Union to turn them rim-up? You might be able to tell because the Reb's missing shoes and looks rather shabby, but then again, if you don't know jack shit about the American civil war, you'll probably be confused. ...Or you're confused anyway. Perfectly acceptable. ]
[action]
Hey Holland! You're back! Russia won't gimme any more warships, you got any to spare? Also I'm here to fix your cups in the name of liberty and freedom and in the name of the United States of America!
[ wait. pause. ]
"Again"?
[action]
Yeah. Again.
[action]
Don't recall there ever being two of us before. Speaking of which, where's your kitchen. [ peering over Holland's shoulder ]