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[This guy needs to back up from the camera. He really, really needs to back up from the camera. No one wants to look at his face this close up, and no one wants to hear this screechy drawl quite this close to the microphone.]
Well kettle my corn, this place just keeps getting better! First they give me all the napkins I can eat, and then they tell me it's Christmas in Ju-ly!
[He moves back just far enough to hold up a banjo in the camera's view. Now you can see where he is -- outside the department store in Goldenrod City.]
I even got my banjo back!
[Overcome with joy, this strange, toothless hillbilly breaks into shrill laughter and does a jig -- no, seriously, don't look too closely at the screen if you get motion sick from shakycam.]
Gyeh heh heh, time to play some summer carols!
[He doesn't seem to have realized that the temperature outside means it really is December.]
ACTION
[If you're in Goldenrod and out and about on Christmas, you might see this old man, shoeless and in overalls, regardless of the cold. He and his good ol' bag buddy trubbish have settled in front of a building to play some good old Christmas music, but it doesn't go quite as smoothly as it ought.
For one, McGucket keeps heckin' up the words. The songs keep grinding to a halt as the trubbish touches McGucket on the shoulder and explains patiently that the proper words to O Come All Ye Faithful are "Trub trub, trubbish trub-ish," not "Trubbish, trubbish, trubbish." McGucket nods at it sagely, scratching his chin. Sometimes he accepts the correction and declares that they're going to take it from the top. Other times, he argues it. This man is arguing Christmas songs with a trash bag, so it's a pretty normal Monday for him.
For another, there's only so long any shop owner will tolerate a stinky man and a stinky bag debating Christmas carols outside their door, and when that breaking point is reached, McGucket and his bag buddy's duets get cut short. Often they're chased off, and they'll tear down the street at a scrambling run, looking for a new place to settle in and sing.]
[This guy needs to back up from the camera. He really, really needs to back up from the camera. No one wants to look at his face this close up, and no one wants to hear this screechy drawl quite this close to the microphone.]
Well kettle my corn, this place just keeps getting better! First they give me all the napkins I can eat, and then they tell me it's Christmas in Ju-ly!
[He moves back just far enough to hold up a banjo in the camera's view. Now you can see where he is -- outside the department store in Goldenrod City.]
I even got my banjo back!
[Overcome with joy, this strange, toothless hillbilly breaks into shrill laughter and does a jig -- no, seriously, don't look too closely at the screen if you get motion sick from shakycam.]
Gyeh heh heh, time to play some summer carols!
[He doesn't seem to have realized that the temperature outside means it really is December.]
ACTION
[If you're in Goldenrod and out and about on Christmas, you might see this old man, shoeless and in overalls, regardless of the cold. He and his good ol' bag buddy trubbish have settled in front of a building to play some good old Christmas music, but it doesn't go quite as smoothly as it ought.
For one, McGucket keeps heckin' up the words. The songs keep grinding to a halt as the trubbish touches McGucket on the shoulder and explains patiently that the proper words to O Come All Ye Faithful are "Trub trub, trubbish trub-ish," not "Trubbish, trubbish, trubbish." McGucket nods at it sagely, scratching his chin. Sometimes he accepts the correction and declares that they're going to take it from the top. Other times, he argues it. This man is arguing Christmas songs with a trash bag, so it's a pretty normal Monday for him.
For another, there's only so long any shop owner will tolerate a stinky man and a stinky bag debating Christmas carols outside their door, and when that breaking point is reached, McGucket and his bag buddy's duets get cut short. Often they're chased off, and they'll tear down the street at a scrambling run, looking for a new place to settle in and sing.]
