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Round 3: Nogs vs Edcrab
Larlar
consecutive normal brunchesModerator, ClubPA Mod Emeritus
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Nogs: [vidurl=
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMiCVm4ZWuo]main entry[/vidurl], [vidurl=
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wf1u3R1HQ_w]bonus[/vidurl]
Edcrab:
Okay, uh. That's not such a sick burn.
Guess I'd better do something after all...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMiCVm4ZWuo]main entry[/vidurl], [vidurl=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wf1u3R1HQ_w]bonus[/vidurl]Edcrab:
Okay, uh. That's not such a sick burn.
Guess I'd better do something after all...
Another busy news day at the Daily Bugle
“Great, where’s that coffee?”
“I’m… I’m not here to bring coffee,” said the newcomer. “You wanted me to put together an article examining how Spider-man and Crab-man were obviously perverts working together to… uh… pervert justice?” He adjusted his collar and cleared his throat. “I’ve got the outline right here.”
“Forget the coffee. You’re a writer? Where the hell were you when I was fighting Framling? That would’ve been helpful. As opposed to crap.”
“What?”
“Nevermind. Damn English, you’re always late to the war.”
“Uh…”
“Don’t just stand around flapping your lips, give me that outline.” Jameson reached out and snatched the proffered papers away.
The journalist watched with nervous patience as the Daily Bugle’s editor-in-chief and/or publisher and/or Mayor of New York scanned the document.
“Uh huh. That’s crap. Hmm. Crap. Uh huh. Not bad. More crap. Less crap, more good. Dammit… why are there extra vowels everywhere?”
The phone chirruped into life. Jameson slapped it as if it were a bug.
“What is it Ms. Brant?”
“Z.S. is on line three, sir.”
“I’ll take it.” Jameson put the receiver to his ear, still using his free hand to flip through the article. “Z.S.! Great to hear from you! How’s the girlfriend? Oh? Oh. Well, that’s a pity, especially seeing as you’re fired.”
He put the phone down and turned his full attention back to the pitch.
“Ah, that last part is pretty good.” Jameson nodded. “How many times did you use the word ‘pervert’?”
“Fourteen.”
“Make it twenty and I’ll run with it.” He thrust it back at the writer and began to flick through a glossy pile of dark, foggy, or out-of-focus stills. “Damn that Parker. These shots of Crab-man? I’d get better if I went down to the beach and hired a crab. Hah. Did you see what I did there, Crap?”
“It’s Crab. Eddie Crab.”
“Whatever. I need to know where to get some good material for the front page, Cram. Where the hell does a man-crab hang around?”
“Crab. And I have no idea either,” Ed explained sympathetically, idly sidling along the edge of the desk and pinching it.
“Are you still here? Get me a damn coffee.”
“But you just said—”
“Coffee. Or Coffpiptallyhoee as you people call it.”
Later, and surrounded by coffees of all strengths and temperatures brought along by variously baffled and berated interns, Jameson scowled at the police report.
“This Crab-man is a joke!” He smacked the report off the table in protest. “We want real super villains, like Spider-man or Spectre-x or Koman Coulibaly!”
“He can do some really weird stuff,” said Robbie, in an attempt to placate the unplacatable. He leant forward and retrieved some of the errant papers.
“The proportional strength and speed of a crab? What does that even mean? And super pinching powers? What is he, a little girl?”
Robbie glanced at some of the attached material. “Well, the police have proof that he worked with Natek, the Jellyfish of Wrath—”
“Crap.”
“Well, uh, there’s a shot of him buying flowers off Liiya, the Florist of—”
“Sorry Jonah. Forget I mentioned it."
There was a knock at the office’s window.
“What? Come in!” Jameson shouted.
Eddie opened the door slightly. “I finished the—”
“Don’t care. Come in. Everything’s changed, turns out Crab-man is a little girl.”
“But it took me forever to—”
There was another knock as a second supplicant rapped on the doorframe to get Jameson’s attention.
“What is it Parker?” asked Jameson, not even looking up.
Robbie and Eddie and Parker shared a mutually exasperated nod as the journalist and the photographer stood in the doorway.
“I got that picture you wanted,” said Parker, eternally cautious.
“Well I bet it’s complete ah hot damn that’s perfect. Run with this! Right now! I want a mock-up of the front page with Crack’s words and Parker’s picture!”
“Crab,” said Eddie automatically.
“Headline: Crab-man? He is crap, so is Spider-man! Or something! The main point here is that they associate together and so they’re both crap by association!”
Eddie stole a glance at the photo. It was blurry, but it unmistakably showed Spider-man with his hand on Crab-man’s back.
The phone buzzed again.
“Mister Jameson, have you checked your messages yet?”
“Of course not Ms Brant, I’m busy!”
“You might want to check, Mister Jameson. Just click the picture. It's actually a link.”
"I know that, Ms Brant."
Jameson looked ecstatic. “About time! I’m off for a few days. I want the Iwakura story in the next issue, but today? Spider-man, Crab-man, crap! Simple! Make it happen Robbie.”
“Jonah,” said Robbie levelly, “I can’t manage this one, you’ve got me and half the sports department flying over to cover the World Cup quarter finals.”
“Do this first.”
“Plane leaves in an hour. Got to get there before the Soccer Bee swarm descends and prevents any more flights.”
“Then you, Edward Something— you’ve worked for a lot of papers right?”
“Yes, but—”
“Great, put together a front page and we’ll go with it. Easy. I’m off to become famous and get letters after my name.”
“Great, where’s that coffee?”
“I’m… I’m not here to bring coffee,” said the newcomer. “You wanted me to put together an article examining how Spider-man and Crab-man were obviously perverts working together to… uh… pervert justice?” He adjusted his collar and cleared his throat. “I’ve got the outline right here.”
“Forget the coffee. You’re a writer? Where the hell were you when I was fighting Framling? That would’ve been helpful. As opposed to crap.”
“What?”
“Nevermind. Damn English, you’re always late to the war.”
“Uh…”
“Don’t just stand around flapping your lips, give me that outline.” Jameson reached out and snatched the proffered papers away.
The journalist watched with nervous patience as the Daily Bugle’s editor-in-chief and/or publisher and/or Mayor of New York scanned the document.
“Uh huh. That’s crap. Hmm. Crap. Uh huh. Not bad. More crap. Less crap, more good. Dammit… why are there extra vowels everywhere?”
The phone chirruped into life. Jameson slapped it as if it were a bug.
“What is it Ms. Brant?”
“Z.S. is on line three, sir.”
“I’ll take it.” Jameson put the receiver to his ear, still using his free hand to flip through the article. “Z.S.! Great to hear from you! How’s the girlfriend? Oh? Oh. Well, that’s a pity, especially seeing as you’re fired.”
He put the phone down and turned his full attention back to the pitch.
“Ah, that last part is pretty good.” Jameson nodded. “How many times did you use the word ‘pervert’?”
“Fourteen.”
“Make it twenty and I’ll run with it.” He thrust it back at the writer and began to flick through a glossy pile of dark, foggy, or out-of-focus stills. “Damn that Parker. These shots of Crab-man? I’d get better if I went down to the beach and hired a crab. Hah. Did you see what I did there, Crap?”
“It’s Crab. Eddie Crab.”
“Whatever. I need to know where to get some good material for the front page, Cram. Where the hell does a man-crab hang around?”
“Crab. And I have no idea either,” Ed explained sympathetically, idly sidling along the edge of the desk and pinching it.
“Are you still here? Get me a damn coffee.”
“But you just said—”
“Coffee. Or Coffpiptallyhoee as you people call it.”
--- --- --- --- ---
Later, and surrounded by coffees of all strengths and temperatures brought along by variously baffled and berated interns, Jameson scowled at the police report.
“This Crab-man is a joke!” He smacked the report off the table in protest. “We want real super villains, like Spider-man or Spectre-x or Koman Coulibaly!”
“He can do some really weird stuff,” said Robbie, in an attempt to placate the unplacatable. He leant forward and retrieved some of the errant papers.
“The proportional strength and speed of a crab? What does that even mean? And super pinching powers? What is he, a little girl?”
Robbie glanced at some of the attached material. “Well, the police have proof that he worked with Natek, the Jellyfish of Wrath—”
“Crap.”
“Well, uh, there’s a shot of him buying flowers off Liiya, the Florist of—”
“Sorry Jonah. Forget I mentioned it."
There was a knock at the office’s window.
“What? Come in!” Jameson shouted.
Eddie opened the door slightly. “I finished the—”
“Don’t care. Come in. Everything’s changed, turns out Crab-man is a little girl.”
“But it took me forever to—”
There was another knock as a second supplicant rapped on the doorframe to get Jameson’s attention.
“What is it Parker?” asked Jameson, not even looking up.
Robbie and Eddie and Parker shared a mutually exasperated nod as the journalist and the photographer stood in the doorway.
“I got that picture you wanted,” said Parker, eternally cautious.
“Well I bet it’s complete ah hot damn that’s perfect. Run with this! Right now! I want a mock-up of the front page with Crack’s words and Parker’s picture!”
“Crab,” said Eddie automatically.
“Headline: Crab-man? He is crap, so is Spider-man! Or something! The main point here is that they associate together and so they’re both crap by association!”
Eddie stole a glance at the photo. It was blurry, but it unmistakably showed Spider-man with his hand on Crab-man’s back.
The phone buzzed again.
“Mister Jameson, have you checked your messages yet?”
“Of course not Ms Brant, I’m busy!”
“You might want to check, Mister Jameson. Just click the picture. It's actually a link.”
"I know that, Ms Brant."
Jameson looked ecstatic. “About time! I’m off for a few days. I want the Iwakura story in the next issue, but today? Spider-man, Crab-man, crap! Simple! Make it happen Robbie.”
“Jonah,” said Robbie levelly, “I can’t manage this one, you’ve got me and half the sports department flying over to cover the World Cup quarter finals.”
“Do this first.”
“Plane leaves in an hour. Got to get there before the Soccer Bee swarm descends and prevents any more flights.”
“Then you, Edward Something— you’ve worked for a lot of papers right?”
“Yes, but—”
“Great, put together a front page and we’ll go with it. Easy. I’m off to become famous and get letters after my name.”
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shiiiiiiit
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really good!
but an entry based around the real world couldn't be more directed towards me
Otherworld VS cameo...
But now I don't know what to do!
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eehhh
gonna go with lazy, they aren't even getting in on the action with any clever one liners
that crab man is freaking me out
you guys have NO IDEA how hard it is to find a banana costume.
i even tried to make my own by buying 2 yards of yellow felt fabric and hot gluing pieces together
i ended up burning my fingers to shit and then i fucked up the head hole and the next day found a place that had 1 last banana costume left
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it took like 45 minutes to blow up.
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but what a beautiful 10 seconds they were
Ed, why are you eating #pipe's babies
they are his babies, they are clearly labeled
now pipe won't get to have lunch
I got a banana for you rihgt here
It's my [penis nogs
I got a penis
and proud of it
proud to be awesome
NOGS
NOGS THAT WAS AMAZING
AAAUUGGGHH
I don't know if I'm ever not going to be able to vote for you.
edcrab that was really clever though, that last image spawned many teehees.
edit: also, for TDOT i had to stuff a bunch of toilet paper in my mouth, because i was out of cotton balls.
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I hope I win my next round just so I have the chance to battle against you
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the problem with the later rounds is time. i mean, since im doing video, i got it a little better than the animators, but i can also be limited by weather and props.
but yeah, it would be awesome to battle you!
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How can you not vote for him after he accused Nogs of being Spider-Man's gay lover?
But that was pretty awesome Nogs.
needless to say I voted for you right then and there before finishing the vid
yours was fantastic but anyone who manges to showcase your special crab kiddie pool ability is an instant vote
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i am more impressed by the perfect circularly cut paper, though
also: text cameos, lazy. funny! but yes, lazy. voted nogs because this is showing some serious acting talent.
though ... what the hell voice was on hashpipe
the glasses are actually white out with sharpie for the clock hands.
i didn't even think about the voice for #pipe or edcrab,
i just knew it had to be different than everyone else's,
so #pipe ended up being a kind of little Italian lackey kid and edcrab was the terminator.
edit: the hat was a $5 derby hat that was originally yellow and had a rainbow sash around it with a flower.
i took all that off and spray painted it brown to match the Clock King's hat.
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i didn't even know i could act, and now everyone is saying im an actor!
damnit high school drama teacher! why didn't you cast me!
i tried out like, every time!
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not according to this failed attempt at hot gluing yellow felt together to make a banana costume:
edit: i took like picture two seconds ago
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you can't be master at everything!
also pipe is australian do an aussie accent next time
and that is a great photo
But Nogs has some damn fine props
Oh deary me
Votin' Crab
MY WILL IS UNDONE.
My dream of facing Zonugal later on and dancing topless in my mom's old P.J.s will now never be a reality
GUMMMPPPYY NOOOOO!
I cooked!
I cooked for you!
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