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barewicked[Video clicks on, to reveal a skinny young man in his mid twenties. His eyes are wide and darting, and he wears an expression of deep concentration, right up until he realises he's broadcasting. Then, he becomes animated:]
Yo! I got some words for your Admiral here! I know I'm not dead, and I would remember if I'd been nicked, so you got no right hauling me in, man, no right!
[He keeps glancing off screen as he says this, as if he's expecting someone to enter his cabin at any time.]
Look, this isn't even my yard, all right? I was staying with a mate - a couple of mates, actually - so you've just gone and jacked their place out from under them, haven't you? Nicked right off with it and stuck it on your stupid boat! So where are they going to live, eh? You just made two innocent people homeless, mate, so who's the villain now?
[He puts one hand on his hip, apparently waiting for an answer. He manages to go about thirty seconds before giving an unhappy huff and putting his hand on his stomach.]
Bare starving as well. It's a fucking joke, this is.
Yo! I got some words for your Admiral here! I know I'm not dead, and I would remember if I'd been nicked, so you got no right hauling me in, man, no right!
[He keeps glancing off screen as he says this, as if he's expecting someone to enter his cabin at any time.]
Look, this isn't even my yard, all right? I was staying with a mate - a couple of mates, actually - so you've just gone and jacked their place out from under them, haven't you? Nicked right off with it and stuck it on your stupid boat! So where are they going to live, eh? You just made two innocent people homeless, mate, so who's the villain now?
[He puts one hand on his hip, apparently waiting for an answer. He manages to go about thirty seconds before giving an unhappy huff and putting his hand on his stomach.]
Bare starving as well. It's a fucking joke, this is.
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Date: 2015-04-09 10:23 am (UTC)[But he figures he ought to move on from that subject before he gets lost in the wonderful world of metaphors and muddies the waters completely.]
I didn't get here dying of boredom, if that's what you're askin'. [Though it sure seemed like a possibility at the time.] Did the same thing you always do when you get out of the joint. Had a nice McDonald's meal, got drunk and got laid. Then the next day, it was back to business as usual.
[You know, just your typical small-scale drug and guns dealing, and tri-state-killsprees.]
Except the world ended a few weeks later, so maybe not so usual.