User:YesTimeToEdit/Slow Rotation
Ahem. Hang on. Yes, Arnold. Okay. To the left? Right? Oh thanks, Jim, just over there, cheers. Um, what? Yep, I'm going to the left! Wait your left or my left? Well you should have said that! Come on, Arnold, I'm not fucking psychic, mate! No, what? I'm not fucking a psychic. I said I'm not fucking psychic. No, what? Oh forget it! Listen, we've got to get a move on. So to the left? Right. Okay. Yep Jim, that's it. Um, what, no I haven't heard from Amy. Oh you guys split up? Oh right. So she's a whore? Really! I wouldn't have thought her that type, you know. It's that wide! Wow. That really is shocking. You could fit an elephant in that. Like a whole elephant. No I won't. Wouldn't dream of it. But I could probably crawl up it if I...no, I didn't mean. Never mind. Yeah, I will do. How is she though, Jim? She's DEAD?! Oh god, Jim, I'm not going to hold that knife for you. No it's got blood on it!
What else is that if it isn't blood?
BLOOD
BLOOD
BLOOD
Aww, jeese, Mike! Turn that thing off! No I'll want it on later. No, don't go home. No, what you've done has been worth something. Oh come on, don't be like this with me. I need a microphone guy. Fine, throw a fucking tantrum. Sorry, Jim, what? I've said already! I'm trying to set this thing up, I appreciate you're in...yeh...yep...yeh...mmm...well that's unfortunate. I'm still not holding it. Why not? Why not?! Because you'd run off, Jim, I know you, and leave me with the bloody...that's not ketchup! You'd leave me with the bloody knife. Yes you'd try to frame me. OKAY! YES I GOT IT! FOR GOD'S SAKE!!
If you say ketchup one more time I WILL KILL YOU!
KILL YOU!
KILL YOU!
KILL YOU!
MIKE, SORT THAT BLOODY MICROPHONE OUT!
SORT THAT BLOODY MICROPHONE OUT!
MIKE? Oh for god's sake, someone's gone and murdered Mike. No, it wasn't the butler, Jim.
Jim, there's more blood on that knife! OH MY GOD! Jim, you really need to stop killing people. Arnold? Yes, have you got it Arnold?? A test? Well I'm kinda a bit - yeh - okay. Test it. One second, Jim! Test?
Is it running?
Got it?
ONE SECOND JIM, CAN'T YOU SEE I'M DEALING WITH SOMETHING HERE?
What? No, Arnold, NO THAT'S NOT OKAY! Woops. No. Sorry, I didn't mean to shout. I'm just a bit stressed here. Yeah I know we've all got our problems. Yes I know we've got to get on with it. No, Arnold, I'm not a fucking hypocrite. Oh shut the fuck up, please! No, yes, I know. Well I have more problems than anyone else. Listen okay. Let's just.
Well it was far too small. The test. Can you do something about that? Yeh, vamp it up. Sorry, no, WHAT JIM? JESUS "SMOKING WEED" CHRIST! Where did those knives come from? My god! You've ruined your jeans, there's blood everywhere! Oh, one moment. Please, can you just bear with me, Jim? I'm trying to fix this projection with Arnold, okay? Yes I understand that Jim, but can you just try not to murder anyone? I'll get to you, it's just. Yes, I understand. Please. No I'm not shagging your sister. No, I didn't steal your cutlery, either. I didn't give your mum AIDS. Seriously, what is this, the Spanish Inquisition? Huh, woah. WOAH. DID YOU JUST ACCUSE ME OF STEALING YOUR PET MOUSE?? That's ridiculous! In fact, I'm offended! Come on mate...! I would never hurt little Mighty. Mighty was my buddy. Oh my God!! MIKE! What happened to your head?? It got crushed? Jesus.
That's unlucky. Kinda funny though, but I guess I should keep that to myself. Hah, his head is like a crushed melon. Hilarious.
Yep, Arnold, I'm ready. Run it!
Nice, Arnold, that's really brilliant. Thanks for that. Yeah, you can go, I'll give you a ring if there are any problems. Yep, I just press this button to start and stop it? Yep, okay, cheers mate. What could possibly go wrong?