Entry 21 - Lazy Sunday [VIDEO]
[The video happily zips into life - and immediately begins to play a too-cheery jingle, over top of a logo that simply proclaims THE OL' FISHIN' HOLE]
♪The Ol' Fishin' Hole! The Ol' Fishin' Hole! Come with your family, friends and pole!♫
♫To the Ol'! Fiiiiiishin' Hooooooooole!♪
[The video cuts to live action, where an overlarge octopus alien in an eight-armed fisherman's vest is gently quivering in front of the camera, giving what you assume must be a grin.]
Do you like fishing? How about chowing down on some fresh fish? Here at the Ol' Fishin' Hole, the S.S. Thor's first indoor recreational fishing arena, we are at your service! Bring your own rod, or rent one of ours! We have a number of pools filled with everything from liquid nitrogen to sulphuric acid, just bursting to the brim with catchables! Why, we even have one of the legendary fresh water pools- where our first customers are happily fishing away right now!
[The camera turns slightly to the side of the expectant manager, to adjust and focus on a jolly little boat shaped like a swan, about fifteen or so feet out from shore. In it are two nicotine_patch areyouhungry, rocking gently back and forth, holding a pole each, and wearing floppy hats covered in fly fishing lures.]
[As the camera focuses fully, Badou throws his hat in the water.]
[Luke stands up, the boat rocking considerably as he does so, and shakes his rod in the camera's direction.]
Hey! Why are we even here? I told you guys like twenty times when you started hustling us into this stupid mess: I hate fish!
SIT THE HELL DOWN, YOU GODDAMN MONKEY-BRAINED DICKWAD, OR I'LL JAM THE WHOLE BAIT BUCKET UP YOUR--
[The camera swings around to the manager's horrified face, who quickly motions one tentacle across where you assume his neck might be. In response, the feed suddenly cuts back to THE OL' FISHIN' HOLE logo, and resumes its bouncy, jangly jingle.]
♫--the Ollllll' Fiiiiiishin' Hooooooooole!♪
♪The Ol' Fishin' Hole! The Ol' Fishin' Hole! Come with your family, friends and pole!♫
♫To the Ol'! Fiiiiiishin' Hooooooooole!♪
[The video cuts to live action, where an overlarge octopus alien in an eight-armed fisherman's vest is gently quivering in front of the camera, giving what you assume must be a grin.]
Do you like fishing? How about chowing down on some fresh fish? Here at the Ol' Fishin' Hole, the S.S. Thor's first indoor recreational fishing arena, we are at your service! Bring your own rod, or rent one of ours! We have a number of pools filled with everything from liquid nitrogen to sulphuric acid, just bursting to the brim with catchables! Why, we even have one of the legendary fresh water pools- where our first customers are happily fishing away right now!
[The camera turns slightly to the side of the expectant manager, to adjust and focus on a jolly little boat shaped like a swan, about fifteen or so feet out from shore. In it are two nicotine_patch areyouhungry, rocking gently back and forth, holding a pole each, and wearing floppy hats covered in fly fishing lures.]
[As the camera focuses fully, Badou throws his hat in the water.]
[Luke stands up, the boat rocking considerably as he does so, and shakes his rod in the camera's direction.]
Hey! Why are we even here? I told you guys like twenty times when you started hustling us into this stupid mess: I hate fish!
SIT THE HELL DOWN, YOU GODDAMN MONKEY-BRAINED DICKWAD, OR I'LL JAM THE WHOLE BAIT BUCKET UP YOUR--
[The camera swings around to the manager's horrified face, who quickly motions one tentacle across where you assume his neck might be. In response, the feed suddenly cuts back to THE OL' FISHIN' HOLE logo, and resumes its bouncy, jangly jingle.]
♫--the Ollllll' Fiiiiiishin' Hooooooooole!♪