Cassian Ó Loinsigh (
feckinboomstick) wrote in
genessia2017-05-03 01:52 am
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VIDEO via Tannusen's communicator, ACTION optional for Nova
[It starts off as just voice. Looks like Tannusen switched this on in a bag, and the reason for this bit of sneaky behavior is slowly becoming clear-]
Voice activated lift my skinny white arse, been yellin' at this useless souped up piece of horse shite for five goddamn minutes now-
It isn't funny, Tannusen!
Quit your feckin' gigglin' an' help me!
[No dice, the tiger just keeps trying not to break something with laughter as the annoyed Irishman digs himself deeper into his foul mood.]
ELEVEN.
ELEVEN YE RUSTED PIECE OF AMERICAN DOG SHITE, ELEVEN!
.... ELEVEN!
[Now the camera is out, mostly because the man in question has his back turned, trying to scale up along the sides of the elevator using the hand rails]
AYE THEN, LISTEN TO ME WHAT WHEN I TALK TO YE!
[Cooley, a smooth, female, automated voice answers, ever tranquil.]
Please state your floor slowly and calmly
[This doesn't seem to help his anger management at all.]
CALM? CALM, I'LL SHOW YE CALM! STICK IT UP YER ARSE YE FECKIN' AUTOMATIC COW!
ELEVEN!
ELEVEN!
TAKE US TO ELEVEN GODDAMNIT WHAT BEFORE I BLAST A HOLE IN YOUR TIN SIDIN'! YE THINK I'M JOKIN' WITH YE?!
TANNUSEN, STOP STANDIN' THERE AN' QUIT LAUGHIN'-
[The priest whirls his head around to look at the tiger, catching sight of the communicator]
... TURN THAT BEDAMNED BLASTED THING OFF, YE FECKIN' PILLOCK!
Voice activated lift my skinny white arse, been yellin' at this useless souped up piece of horse shite for five goddamn minutes now-
It isn't funny, Tannusen!
Quit your feckin' gigglin' an' help me!
[No dice, the tiger just keeps trying not to break something with laughter as the annoyed Irishman digs himself deeper into his foul mood.]
ELEVEN.
ELEVEN YE RUSTED PIECE OF AMERICAN DOG SHITE, ELEVEN!
.... ELEVEN!
[Now the camera is out, mostly because the man in question has his back turned, trying to scale up along the sides of the elevator using the hand rails]
AYE THEN, LISTEN TO ME WHAT WHEN I TALK TO YE!
[Cooley, a smooth, female, automated voice answers, ever tranquil.]
Please state your floor slowly and calmly
[This doesn't seem to help his anger management at all.]
CALM? CALM, I'LL SHOW YE CALM! STICK IT UP YER ARSE YE FECKIN' AUTOMATIC COW!
ELEVEN!
ELEVEN!
TAKE US TO ELEVEN GODDAMNIT WHAT BEFORE I BLAST A HOLE IN YOUR TIN SIDIN'! YE THINK I'M JOKIN' WITH YE?!
TANNUSEN, STOP STANDIN' THERE AN' QUIT LAUGHIN'-
[The priest whirls his head around to look at the tiger, catching sight of the communicator]
... TURN THAT BEDAMNED BLASTED THING OFF, YE FECKIN' PILLOCK!
