[Video/Action] Arrival of the lazy tard

[royalfryingpain]

[The video feed turns on but the screen is almost pitch black. There's an odd clicking sound, like someone is pressing on the communicator's keys. Or more like keysmashing. Lampo has it in his pocket, and is randomly pressing down on the buttons just because. He has accidentally turned on the camera.]

Nee...where am I...

[There's the sound of a door opening and closing. One would assume that Lampo has stepped outside. But then there's the sound of a bed creaking and the light inside of the pocket changing slightly. Lampo has decided to lay back down on the bed.]

Ore-sama isn't happy...Where is this place, mnyeh...

Comments

[Video]

[notkinkypatch]

[Welp Badou can hear the rustling and in the meantime, aside from amused and weary muttering, he lights a cigarette]

'm pretty sure you're already wrecked yourself, QB. If cowerin' on your bed over a video is any fuckin indication. Freddie? He's this motherfucker that-....no y'know what you don't need the heart attack from that explanation just yet.
[Someone has to be the mature one...and guess who it ain't]

HEY don't tell me what to do! You started it, pisser.

[Video]

[royalfryingpain]

[Feel free to take drags off your cig as Lampo slooowly collects himself.]

Mou...why are you in that box?

[Video]

[notkinkypatch]

[Don't mind if I do, not that any protests could have stopped Badou's happy little puffs coupled with the puzzled look he's aiming in the direction of Lampo's voice.]

What shitty box do you keep raggin' on about? This room could be better as a suite with some hookers an maybe a giant plate of enchiladas but-...[Maybe it finally clicks because his eyebrows raise to his hairline, the great detective is on the case]

Oooooh....you're on somethin' that makes you think the phone is talkin' to ya. I get it. Sounds like some swanky shit.

[Video] guy's from 1920

[royalfryingpain]

I don't see any phone, mnyeh...

[Video] damn that is a LOOOT earlier than i thought they were from but i got this

[notkinkypatch]

Next you'll be tellin' me you dunno what a hooker is, then be as bad as Slim Jim with textin', only to suddenly realize you've got hands...
[Siiiiiiiiigh, kids these days- or...wait..those days? Don't tell him the kid-] The thing your frigid ass is hidin' from. A phone. A cell. Fer nudes an the like. Sometimes also calls.

[Video]

[royalfryingpain]

I don't know what those are mnyeh. And that's not a phone, mnyeh.

[Video]

[notkinkypatch]

[Slooowly elaborates in his most polite asshole voice] Alright then Smart Ass Mc'Piss A Lot, what do ya think a phone is. What is phone. How does phone formed. Pornograph an Phonograph don't count.

[Video]

[royalfryingpain]

A phone's this big machine we use to talk to people in other villages, mnyeh. That's not a phone, mnyeh.

[Video]

[notkinkypatch]

Pfff-pffft...Alrighty then, ten points fer participation an another five fer technicalities. As much as I hate pissin' on people's parades-...oh wait, I love it- here's the deets. [It's taking him a lot of effort not to laugh at the sheer LUCK of this situation. Like breaking wind during a forefather's infamous speech.] 'm afraid this really is a phone fer communication-y an nude details. Just way way way fuckin' advanced, after your time, gramps.