badou ☢ nails; I’m not a prophet but I’m here to profit that’s my life nothing is sacred
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[the feed, likely activated with all that random button-pushing, which is making beep boop noises, shows a close-up of Badou Nails' nostrils]
Ahuh, yup. My ectoplasm echolocater device says you got some serious spooks here, missus. Mean ones.
[some indistinct, mechanic warbling, like a bunch of coins being shaken together in a sock of gelatin]
Nah, nah! It's real common around this time. Ghosts'a Christmas pasts and all that.
[warble guugle woorgle]
...Ghosts'a Jorplot's Great Hind-herd Sacrifical Feast pasts, then. It's all the same, uh, plasma.
[woorlge gurp guurple?]
Huhn? Sorry, I only do investigatin', not removal. ...Buuuuut, I guess I could take a crack at it. For a fee.
[wugga glglorp wurgle]
You got a deal! I'm gonna have to ask ya to clear the area. These kinda things get real messy, you know? Lots'a... atmospheric... resonance. Gives you the runs.
[a door slams on Badou all too hurriedly]
[and the Guide is apparently tossed on the floor, giving a side view of the redhead in question]
[he's sitting down against the wall, pulling a paper out of his coat]
Boom shaka lacka boom shaka lacka... fugoff, ya shitty spirit...
[kicks at the wall with sturdy boots on long legs, hard, making shelves fall and shit crash]
[pushes over a table next to him]
[ CRASH ]
Get a goddamn real job... hi-ya-ya hi-ya-ya... AAAGH, DEMON SPIT! YOU FUCKER, I'LL SEND YOU BACK TA HELL...
[flips a page in his paper, continuing to idly wreck shit and shout nonsense]
[END video post◄]
[the feed, likely activated with all that random button-pushing, which is making beep boop noises, shows a close-up of Badou Nails' nostrils]
Ahuh, yup. My ectoplasm echolocater device says you got some serious spooks here, missus. Mean ones.
[some indistinct, mechanic warbling, like a bunch of coins being shaken together in a sock of gelatin]
Nah, nah! It's real common around this time. Ghosts'a Christmas pasts and all that.
[warble guugle woorgle]
...Ghosts'a Jorplot's Great Hind-herd Sacrifical Feast pasts, then. It's all the same, uh, plasma.
[woorlge gurp guurple?]
Huhn? Sorry, I only do investigatin', not removal. ...Buuuuut, I guess I could take a crack at it. For a fee.
[wugga glglorp wurgle]
You got a deal! I'm gonna have to ask ya to clear the area. These kinda things get real messy, you know? Lots'a... atmospheric... resonance. Gives you the runs.
[a door slams on Badou all too hurriedly]
[and the Guide is apparently tossed on the floor, giving a side view of the redhead in question]
[he's sitting down against the wall, pulling a paper out of his coat]
Boom shaka lacka boom shaka lacka... fugoff, ya shitty spirit...
[kicks at the wall with sturdy boots on long legs, hard, making shelves fall and shit crash]
[pushes over a table next to him]
[ CRASH ]
Get a goddamn real job... hi-ya-ya hi-ya-ya... AAAGH, DEMON SPIT! YOU FUCKER, I'LL SEND YOU BACK TA HELL...
[flips a page in his paper, continuing to idly wreck shit and shout nonsense]
[END video post◄]