[Crap. GOB's going to have to talk to children, isn't he? And he's all out of candy, too, so it's not like he can even bribe them into submission. Once he starts the video, though, there's no backing out. He hopes he doesn't make his head look too big, and he waggles the thing back and forth a few times to be sure.]
So, here's a quick question: we don't gotta poke holes into these… red... ball... things, right? And they're not… all squished up in there, either? I mean, you know how it is. You walk into a door just once and then you've gotta call some guy about the insurance policy…
Wait, there's no insurance policies here, right? I mean, even if there was, there's no way I'm paying— what, like fourteen thousand Poké-dollars for a piece of paper, come on.
B: O-Bon Festival
[Seems a little like Cinco de Quatro to him, only with fewer riots and unemployed Mexicans. Oh, and there's people wandering around in bathrobes and kimonos, so maybe this is more of an Asian thing? All GOB knows is there's free food and game stalls, which counts as a win in his book because where those are, magic is sure to follow.
And if he's gotta make some of his own and maybe get kicked off the stage by some very nice police officers with very big fire breathing dogs, well, so be it.]
[So while those dancing girls are gone, he'll just hop up onto the stage and tap the microphone a few times to make sure the feedback's not gonna get out of hand.] Hey, kids! And parents with money! And— what, did the pokemon get in free? They did, right? [This bit's said mostly to himself, up until he remembers there's a crowd of people boggling at him—]
I! Am a Magician named GOB! [Long O. Not at all like Gawb. Got to clear these things up, alright, there's trademarks at stake.] How do you guys feel about some FIREWORKS— [Turns out having a floating purple balloon for an assistant is great for pyrotechnics. Really, just the best short of something actually on fire. All he's gotta do is hit the trigger, launch the lighter fluid and—]
[Of course, instead of hitting his cue, his assistant starts bumping into his shoulder.] What is it?! Hermano, you're killing me here---
[And that's when those cops show up.] Oh shi— NO REFUNDS!!
[Bamf! Turns out pokemon are great for aiding in dramatic disappearing acts, too. So long he doesn't run into anybody while he's running away underneath the stage—
GOB | Arrested Development
[Crap. GOB's going to have to talk to children, isn't he? And he's all out of candy, too, so it's not like he can even bribe them into submission. Once he starts the video, though, there's no backing out. He hopes he doesn't make his head look too big, and he waggles the thing back and forth a few times to be sure.]
So, here's a quick question: we don't gotta poke holes into these… red... ball... things, right? And they're not… all squished up in there, either? I mean, you know how it is. You walk into a door just once and then you've gotta call some guy about the insurance policy…
Wait, there's no insurance policies here, right? I mean, even if there was, there's no way I'm paying— what, like fourteen thousand Poké-dollars for a piece of paper, come on.
B: O-Bon Festival
[Seems a little like Cinco de Quatro to him, only with fewer riots and unemployed Mexicans. Oh, and there's people wandering around in bathrobes and kimonos, so maybe this is more of an Asian thing? All GOB knows is there's free food and game stalls, which counts as a win in his book because where those are, magic is sure to follow.
And if he's gotta make some of his own and maybe get kicked off the stage by some very nice police officers with very big fire breathing dogs, well, so be it.]
[So while those dancing girls are gone, he'll just hop up onto the stage and tap the microphone a few times to make sure the feedback's not gonna get out of hand.] Hey, kids! And parents with money! And— what, did the pokemon get in free? They did, right? [This bit's said mostly to himself, up until he remembers there's a crowd of people boggling at him—]
I! Am a Magician named GOB! [Long O. Not at all like Gawb. Got to clear these things up, alright, there's trademarks at stake.] How do you guys feel about some FIREWORKS— [Turns out having a floating purple balloon for an assistant is great for pyrotechnics. Really, just the best short of something actually on fire. All he's gotta do is hit the trigger, launch the lighter fluid and—]
[Of course, instead of hitting his cue, his assistant starts bumping into his shoulder.] What is it?! Hermano, you're killing me here---
[And that's when those cops show up.] Oh shi— NO REFUNDS!!
[Bamf! Turns out pokemon are great for aiding in dramatic disappearing acts, too. So long he doesn't run into anybody while he's running away underneath the stage—
But that'd be silly, right?]