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Manic: What a lovely day in a very nice city with our fans.
Depressive: The Golden Gate Bridge did pique our interest from a technological point of view.
The Smoker: Meh, that was all boring as was that awful autograph signing. Our cheek muscles are sore from all of that forced smiling. But this is a place we can grow to like
Manic: What? This is a horrible place! It is like the kind of place that you might find Ty Burna and he sends shivers down our spine.
The Smoker: And it is that shiver and shot of adrenaline that makes life worth living. Just think of what has gone on behind these walls
*Camera pans back to see that Barbosa is sitting on the floor of a cell in Alcatraz.*
Depressive: We would have thought that this place reminds us too much of Bedlam.
*A long moment of silence, Barbosa stands up and quickly leaves the cell.*
The Smoker: Yeah, you are right. This is place is too familiar time to leave.
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The Smoker: At least we are out of that damnable tour bus. Where are we again?
Depressive: Portland, Oregon.
Manic: It is one of the most enivormentally friendly cities in the world. The entire state is covered in trees, like the kind of place that Hunt might like to visit at home in.
The Smoker: Oh well, if Hunter Kravinoff might like it then it is definitely a city of trail blazers....
Manic: Actually, the basketball team are called...
The Smoker: We don't care! Let's get the hell out of here before I die of boredom.
Depressive: We need to do the link
The Smoker: What?
Depressive: We need to do the link that we promised Mr Myles.
The Smoker: Oh, okay...
*Barbosa looks straight into the camera.*
The Smoker: Hi, Barbosa here in Portland, Oregon. Watch Meltdown. Buy the PPV.
*Barbosa looks to the off-camera director.*
The Smoker: Happy? Right, time to blow this future popsicle stand of a forest.
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*The shot opens with a close up of Barbosa.*
Depressive: Now, if there is a place that better describes the gestalt entity that is Barbosa, we have yet to find it.
*The camera zooms out to show that Barbosa is standing in the crater of Mount St. Helens.*
Depressive: A calm, tranquil veneer hiding an immense power capable of exploding at a moments notice and destroying everything in its path.
*Barbosa stands with a look of authority for what seems like an age. Eventually, he starts to look restless before throwing up a dramatic gesture of bewilderment.*
The Smoker: So is this thing going to erupt soon or what?
*The off-screen director mumbles something.*
The Smoker: What do you mean it could be years or decades? That's it, we are out of here.
*Barbosa stomps off screen without doing anything approaching promotional work.*
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*Barbosa is standing on what appears to be a dock looking across the water to a city night skyline.*
Manic: Another beautiful city. We have been so lucky to visit here.
The Smoker: Lucky? We are in Canada for God's sake!
*Barbosa gestures towards the city.*
The Smoker: There is something to be said for a place that is meant to be one of the most liveable cities in the world and yet the inhabitants seem quite happy to destroy their own streets over of all things an ice hockey match; although we are not quite sure what that is
Manic: The fans we met today were very nice.
The Smoker: That's because in meeting us they were winning; something they are not used to doing. These losers live in such a Gorforsaken land that they could not even provide enough snow for the Winter Olympics!
*Barbosa throws up his hands and stomps off the dock.*
The Smoker: We are going back to bus. Wake us when we are out of this ridiculous Dominion
Manic: Seeing as how we will be close to Medicine Hat, could be drop in to see Hunt's ranch?
The Smoker: Absolutely not!
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*The shot opens with another close up of Barbosa.*
Depressive: Now, if there is a place that better describes the gestalt entity that is Barbosa, we have yet to find it.
*The camera zooms out to show that Barbosa is standing beside the Old Faithful geyser.*
Depressive: A calm, composed veneer hiding an imm...
*Barbosa is interrupted by the director, who again mumbles something off-screen.*
The Smoker: We know we have said all of this before but this time we might actually get some action to go with it!
*Barbosa straightens himself out to start again.*
The Smoker: So is this thing going to erupt soon?
*The director answers.*
The Smoker: What do you mean it could be minutes or up to an hour?
*Barbosa charges towards the camera. After some unseen antics that slightly disturb the camera, Barbosa can be seen grabbing the director.*
The Smoker: If you think that we are going to wait any longer, you have another
*Barbosa's rant is cut off by a large crash as Old Faithful erupts ahead of the director's prediction. Steam quickly envelopes the screen, obscuring the view with a complete white out. However, when the cameraman retreats and the steam recedes enough to see something again, Barbosa is standing dangerously close to the still erupting geyser, still swathed in steam.*
Depressive: The cleansing heat leaves only passion
Through passion, we gain strength
Through strength, we gain victory.
And victory is all we require.
The march to Apocalypse has begun
Depressive: The Golden Gate Bridge did pique our interest from a technological point of view.
The Smoker: Meh, that was all boring as was that awful autograph signing. Our cheek muscles are sore from all of that forced smiling. But this is a place we can grow to like
Manic: What? This is a horrible place! It is like the kind of place that you might find Ty Burna and he sends shivers down our spine.
The Smoker: And it is that shiver and shot of adrenaline that makes life worth living. Just think of what has gone on behind these walls
*Camera pans back to see that Barbosa is sitting on the floor of a cell in Alcatraz.*
Depressive: We would have thought that this place reminds us too much of Bedlam.
*A long moment of silence, Barbosa stands up and quickly leaves the cell.*
The Smoker: Yeah, you are right. This is place is too familiar time to leave.
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The Smoker: At least we are out of that damnable tour bus. Where are we again?
Depressive: Portland, Oregon.
Manic: It is one of the most enivormentally friendly cities in the world. The entire state is covered in trees, like the kind of place that Hunt might like to visit at home in.
The Smoker: Oh well, if Hunter Kravinoff might like it then it is definitely a city of trail blazers....
Manic: Actually, the basketball team are called...
The Smoker: We don't care! Let's get the hell out of here before I die of boredom.
Depressive: We need to do the link
The Smoker: What?
Depressive: We need to do the link that we promised Mr Myles.
The Smoker: Oh, okay...
*Barbosa looks straight into the camera.*
The Smoker: Hi, Barbosa here in Portland, Oregon. Watch Meltdown. Buy the PPV.
*Barbosa looks to the off-camera director.*
The Smoker: Happy? Right, time to blow this future popsicle stand of a forest.
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*The shot opens with a close up of Barbosa.*
Depressive: Now, if there is a place that better describes the gestalt entity that is Barbosa, we have yet to find it.
*The camera zooms out to show that Barbosa is standing in the crater of Mount St. Helens.*
Depressive: A calm, tranquil veneer hiding an immense power capable of exploding at a moments notice and destroying everything in its path.
*Barbosa stands with a look of authority for what seems like an age. Eventually, he starts to look restless before throwing up a dramatic gesture of bewilderment.*
The Smoker: So is this thing going to erupt soon or what?
*The off-screen director mumbles something.*
The Smoker: What do you mean it could be years or decades? That's it, we are out of here.
*Barbosa stomps off screen without doing anything approaching promotional work.*
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*Barbosa is standing on what appears to be a dock looking across the water to a city night skyline.*
Manic: Another beautiful city. We have been so lucky to visit here.
The Smoker: Lucky? We are in Canada for God's sake!
*Barbosa gestures towards the city.*
The Smoker: There is something to be said for a place that is meant to be one of the most liveable cities in the world and yet the inhabitants seem quite happy to destroy their own streets over of all things an ice hockey match; although we are not quite sure what that is
Manic: The fans we met today were very nice.
The Smoker: That's because in meeting us they were winning; something they are not used to doing. These losers live in such a Gorforsaken land that they could not even provide enough snow for the Winter Olympics!
*Barbosa throws up his hands and stomps off the dock.*
The Smoker: We are going back to bus. Wake us when we are out of this ridiculous Dominion
Manic: Seeing as how we will be close to Medicine Hat, could be drop in to see Hunt's ranch?
The Smoker: Absolutely not!
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*The shot opens with another close up of Barbosa.*
Depressive: Now, if there is a place that better describes the gestalt entity that is Barbosa, we have yet to find it.
*The camera zooms out to show that Barbosa is standing beside the Old Faithful geyser.*
Depressive: A calm, composed veneer hiding an imm...
*Barbosa is interrupted by the director, who again mumbles something off-screen.*
The Smoker: We know we have said all of this before but this time we might actually get some action to go with it!
*Barbosa straightens himself out to start again.*
The Smoker: So is this thing going to erupt soon?
*The director answers.*
The Smoker: What do you mean it could be minutes or up to an hour?
*Barbosa charges towards the camera. After some unseen antics that slightly disturb the camera, Barbosa can be seen grabbing the director.*
The Smoker: If you think that we are going to wait any longer, you have another
*Barbosa's rant is cut off by a large crash as Old Faithful erupts ahead of the director's prediction. Steam quickly envelopes the screen, obscuring the view with a complete white out. However, when the cameraman retreats and the steam recedes enough to see something again, Barbosa is standing dangerously close to the still erupting geyser, still swathed in steam.*
Depressive: The cleansing heat leaves only passion
Through passion, we gain strength
Through strength, we gain victory.
And victory is all we require.
The march to Apocalypse has begun
