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victory_road2018-02-09 02:47 pm
gobblewonked) wrote in victory_road2018-02-09 02:47 pm
Entry tags:
- armin arlert (attack on titan),
- bertolt hoover (attack on titan),
- cecil harvey (final fantasy 4),
- fiddleford mcgucket (gravity falls),
- handsome jack (borderlands),
- harry mason (silent hill),
- jean kirschtein (attack on titan),
- panty (p&s w/ garterbelt),
- rakka (haibane renmei),
- yuri plisetsky (yuri on ice)
[VIDEO]
[In case you were wondering: yes, every public post McGucket makes is going to start out uncomfortably close to his wall-eyed, warty face.
Yeehaw! I finally put my Pokeygear back together! Looks like I got it up and runnin’ just in time!
Y’see, I nearly forgot, what with jumpin’ from July to Christmas and all, but all this talk about Valentine’s Day done remindated me! My birthday’s a-comin’, six months early! I’m turning—
[He falters, face pulling into a frown.]
I’m turning...
[He scratches the side of his head. It’s no good, it’s not coming back to him. He doesn’t remember how old he is.
Brightly:]
--eleventy-ten!
[Nailed it.]
So I’m throwin’ myself a birthday hooootenanny out back behind the Magnet Train station!
[McGucket, that’s a junkyard. He’s having a birthday party in a junkyard.]
I got banjo music, party streamers, moonshine I made from a Ribombee, and enough beans for everybody! We ain’t runnin’ out this time, not even if the bridge possum brings his whole family again!
[He leans in real close to the camera again and scowls, whispering with barely-contained fury:]
You should have told me your wife was invitin’ her sister’s kids.
[You know what you did, bridge possum.
But McGucket brightens again and returns to a reasonable distance from the camera.]
So come on over to the big junkyard in Goldenrod on Febberary thirteenth! It’s gonna be a rip-roarin’ hoot-hollerin’ shindig, yes siree! Heeheehoo!
Yeehaw! I finally put my Pokeygear back together! Looks like I got it up and runnin’ just in time!
Y’see, I nearly forgot, what with jumpin’ from July to Christmas and all, but all this talk about Valentine’s Day done remindated me! My birthday’s a-comin’, six months early! I’m turning—
[He falters, face pulling into a frown.]
I’m turning...
[He scratches the side of his head. It’s no good, it’s not coming back to him. He doesn’t remember how old he is.
Brightly:]
--eleventy-ten!
[Nailed it.]
So I’m throwin’ myself a birthday hooootenanny out back behind the Magnet Train station!
[McGucket, that’s a junkyard. He’s having a birthday party in a junkyard.]
I got banjo music, party streamers, moonshine I made from a Ribombee, and enough beans for everybody! We ain’t runnin’ out this time, not even if the bridge possum brings his whole family again!
[He leans in real close to the camera again and scowls, whispering with barely-contained fury:]
You should have told me your wife was invitin’ her sister’s kids.
[You know what you did, bridge possum.
But McGucket brightens again and returns to a reasonable distance from the camera.]
So come on over to the big junkyard in Goldenrod on Febberary thirteenth! It’s gonna be a rip-roarin’ hoot-hollerin’ shindig, yes siree! Heeheehoo!