Saten is trying to do tryouts for a play, the coach becomes frustrated with poor acts, Saten's rival sabotages his performance and gets him cut.
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Saten returns home, angry, Sword calls to him from a vent in the house where he was trapped chasing a dropped piece of Skittles candy, and if Saten gets him out he'll help in return.
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BEDROOM / Sword had escaped.
Sword: I use to do characters and back before I met toi guys (shows scrapbook) I was half of the most populaire ventril-agrgah act in the world. My partner Dennis didn't know the first thing about ventril-gahvel. But it didn't matter, because I do all the work.
Saten: Hmm. Almost sounds too good to be true.
Sword: That's the spirit!
Sword goes to a closet
Sword: Step one.. (pulls out facepaint kit) I have to apply several layers of this pungent lacquer face paint to really make it look like I'm made out of wood.. Which is important, because almost all of my material is wood-based puns.
Saten: (sniffs) Aw, it smells.
Sword: Uh huh.. Now suivant (shoves something into his ears, he's committed, I give him that) painful prosthetics to give me fully-flappable eyebrows and ears. And finally, (pulls out needle) I inject just a scosche of paralyzing agent into my arms and legs.
Sword infects himself, his arms fall flat and he moves like he's wooden.
Saten: Wow, toi déplacer just like a dumm- (Sword slaps him)
Sword: ... Now Saten.. Why do toi think I slapped you? It's because toi used a certain word. Do toi know what that word is?
Saten: Is it... ( Thwack! )
Sword: That's right! Never, ever call me a dummy. The word "dummy" is degrading. I am a manually-articulated perfomative kinesio-maquette... named Dudley Dingleberry.
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Saten's new prefamance goes over well, Sword making everyone laugh with cheesy wood puns.
Saten: Wow, it worked. Everyone really thinks you're a du... (Sword turns over to him)
Sword: A what, Twist?
Saten: Du- Dudley. I was gonna say Dudley.
Sword: (deadpan) They all think I'm a Dudley? That's what toi were gonna say?
Suddenly one of the performers is rushed in, she having a broken leg.
poney holding her: The brakes on Carla's bike somehow gave out! And she crashed right into the flagpole!
Sword.(high pitched voice): Whaaat, who would do that!
Saten: What?
Sword: Looks like she.. Took a tumble.
(Everyone laughs, including Carla)
Saten: That kind of humour isn't exactly to my taste, but I think we got a good shot at winning this thing.
Sword: Yes. We're gonna kill the competition!
Sword's demeanour slowly changes to one of menace towards the other contestants. When Saten's chant rival insults him, Sword follows him to a darkened weight room. Eventually he grabs the haltère, barbell and with a terrifying evil smile he is seen dropping it onto him.
Saten confronts Sword when he finds out, and Sword says "the bar was lowered".
Saten: That, wasn't really an answer, but alright..
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Sword's behaviour continues to worsen to the point he traps Derpy in a sauna to incapacitate her from the competition, only ones left are Saten and Glaze. But Saten had enough and confronts Sword, as this is actually very out of character for him, but he finds that Sword has entered a catatonic state. He further finds that the former ventriloquism partner was locked away in an asylum for murders caused par Dudley Dinkleberry. Saten puts together that something deeper is going on than just Sword being Sword.
He returns home, Sword still in his state and Saten reads the kit.
Saten: "Industrial airplane paint. Inhalation may cause temporary psychosis! That's it! All right, buddy. All I have to do is get that makeup off you, and everything will go back to normal. (In the background Dudley Dinkleberry slowly turns his head to him) We'll have to forfeit the talent show, but it's a small price to... (Sees Sword gone) H Hello?
Sword reappears in front of him and leaps onto him.
Saten: AHHH!
Sword/Dudley:: (holding out tranquillizer needle) (Mechanical Laughter)
Saten: AHH! (gets injected)
Sword/Dudley: (Mechanical Laughter)
Saten falls unconscious.
Sword/Dudley: (evilly) The montrer must go on... (sees Trixie holding book)
Trixie: A... am I early for book club?
Sword/Dudley: (angrily) No, you're late! And that's two weeks in a row! You're out!
Trixie: (looks down sadly) I didn't read it anyway.
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After an unknown amount of time Saten Twist awakens in the backroom of a stage, the now possessed Sword chant to himself, and says he injected Saten with paralyzer fluid.
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Sword wins them the competition with horribly bad wood puns but still makes the crowd wet themselves.
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Sword/Dudley: Congrats Saten, despite all your efforts to remain a loser, I made toi a winner- Aw crap
Sword falls down, pretending to be a doll as Glaze pulls over a large water tank for her act.
Glaze: All tucked out huh? Well wish me luck dude.
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Evil Sword throws Saten and himself back into original backstage room.
Sword/Dudley: Looks like green is bringing her A game, I hadn't really considered her a threat, which is why she's the only other competitor.. But fear not, escape tricks don't work if toi "can't escape". (Grabs broomstick)
Saten: (slowly breaks free from drug) Sword.. No..
Sword/Dudley: Hmm, looks like your starting to recover.. But tuck toi away, just… (gulligan cut to him locking Saten in a suitcase) … In case.. Had to pause for 5 minutes in the middle of my sentence, but worth it.
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Sword/Dudley sneaks over to Glaze in her performance and traps her inside with the broomstick, Saten breaks free of the tronc but can't save her.
Sword/Dudley: Too late red man, toi can't save Glaze with your weak little arms, so toi may as well sit back, and enjoy the show.. (evil laugh)
Saten panickly looks for a means to break the glass and spots a revolver near Sword, apparently not a hommage after-all.
Saten: (smirks) salut Dinkleberry!
Sword/Dudley (flatly): Yes?
Saten: I may be paralyzed right now, but your still.. A dummy! (Dudley becomes angry and grabs the gun pointing it at him from close range)
Sword/Dudley: Say it one plus time.
Saten: (glare) A dum- (Dudley shoots him) AHHH (bullet goes though his arm and breaks the glass tank, not only saving Glaze, but the water knocking Sword back to himself, Saten is seen sobbing about his wound)
Sword: Oh shit, somebody shot Saten.. (notices gun) Oh shit, I shot Saten!
Saten: (sword pokes hoof into bullet wound) AHHH!
Sword: Aw, gross.. (grabs him) come on.. (drags him away)
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The two boys are back at the apartment, Saten has cast.
Sword: … Oh yeah, that's why I stopped using that character. The makeup is cursed ou something. (Chuckles) Totally slipped my mind.
Saten: And I learned…
Sword: Now to make sure I never use this stuff again.. (tucks it into closed with sloppily placed sticky note "do not use".. Which immediately falls off, along with many similar warnings, one of them being "Derpy do 'not' eat this".
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Saten returns home, angry, Sword calls to him from a vent in the house where he was trapped chasing a dropped piece of Skittles candy, and if Saten gets him out he'll help in return.
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BEDROOM / Sword had escaped.
Sword: I use to do characters and back before I met toi guys (shows scrapbook) I was half of the most populaire ventril-agrgah act in the world. My partner Dennis didn't know the first thing about ventril-gahvel. But it didn't matter, because I do all the work.
Saten: Hmm. Almost sounds too good to be true.
Sword: That's the spirit!
Sword goes to a closet
Sword: Step one.. (pulls out facepaint kit) I have to apply several layers of this pungent lacquer face paint to really make it look like I'm made out of wood.. Which is important, because almost all of my material is wood-based puns.
Saten: (sniffs) Aw, it smells.
Sword: Uh huh.. Now suivant (shoves something into his ears, he's committed, I give him that) painful prosthetics to give me fully-flappable eyebrows and ears. And finally, (pulls out needle) I inject just a scosche of paralyzing agent into my arms and legs.
Sword infects himself, his arms fall flat and he moves like he's wooden.
Saten: Wow, toi déplacer just like a dumm- (Sword slaps him)
Sword: ... Now Saten.. Why do toi think I slapped you? It's because toi used a certain word. Do toi know what that word is?
Saten: Is it... ( Thwack! )
Sword: That's right! Never, ever call me a dummy. The word "dummy" is degrading. I am a manually-articulated perfomative kinesio-maquette... named Dudley Dingleberry.
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Saten's new prefamance goes over well, Sword making everyone laugh with cheesy wood puns.
Saten: Wow, it worked. Everyone really thinks you're a du... (Sword turns over to him)
Sword: A what, Twist?
Saten: Du- Dudley. I was gonna say Dudley.
Sword: (deadpan) They all think I'm a Dudley? That's what toi were gonna say?
Suddenly one of the performers is rushed in, she having a broken leg.
poney holding her: The brakes on Carla's bike somehow gave out! And she crashed right into the flagpole!
Sword.(high pitched voice): Whaaat, who would do that!
Saten: What?
Sword: Looks like she.. Took a tumble.
(Everyone laughs, including Carla)
Saten: That kind of humour isn't exactly to my taste, but I think we got a good shot at winning this thing.
Sword: Yes. We're gonna kill the competition!
Sword's demeanour slowly changes to one of menace towards the other contestants. When Saten's chant rival insults him, Sword follows him to a darkened weight room. Eventually he grabs the haltère, barbell and with a terrifying evil smile he is seen dropping it onto him.
Saten confronts Sword when he finds out, and Sword says "the bar was lowered".
Saten: That, wasn't really an answer, but alright..
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Sword's behaviour continues to worsen to the point he traps Derpy in a sauna to incapacitate her from the competition, only ones left are Saten and Glaze. But Saten had enough and confronts Sword, as this is actually very out of character for him, but he finds that Sword has entered a catatonic state. He further finds that the former ventriloquism partner was locked away in an asylum for murders caused par Dudley Dinkleberry. Saten puts together that something deeper is going on than just Sword being Sword.
He returns home, Sword still in his state and Saten reads the kit.
Saten: "Industrial airplane paint. Inhalation may cause temporary psychosis! That's it! All right, buddy. All I have to do is get that makeup off you, and everything will go back to normal. (In the background Dudley Dinkleberry slowly turns his head to him) We'll have to forfeit the talent show, but it's a small price to... (Sees Sword gone) H Hello?
Sword reappears in front of him and leaps onto him.
Saten: AHHH!
Sword/Dudley:: (holding out tranquillizer needle) (Mechanical Laughter)
Saten: AHH! (gets injected)
Sword/Dudley: (Mechanical Laughter)
Saten falls unconscious.
Sword/Dudley: (evilly) The montrer must go on... (sees Trixie holding book)
Trixie: A... am I early for book club?
Sword/Dudley: (angrily) No, you're late! And that's two weeks in a row! You're out!
Trixie: (looks down sadly) I didn't read it anyway.
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After an unknown amount of time Saten Twist awakens in the backroom of a stage, the now possessed Sword chant to himself, and says he injected Saten with paralyzer fluid.
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Sword wins them the competition with horribly bad wood puns but still makes the crowd wet themselves.
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Sword/Dudley: Congrats Saten, despite all your efforts to remain a loser, I made toi a winner- Aw crap
Sword falls down, pretending to be a doll as Glaze pulls over a large water tank for her act.
Glaze: All tucked out huh? Well wish me luck dude.
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Evil Sword throws Saten and himself back into original backstage room.
Sword/Dudley: Looks like green is bringing her A game, I hadn't really considered her a threat, which is why she's the only other competitor.. But fear not, escape tricks don't work if toi "can't escape". (Grabs broomstick)
Saten: (slowly breaks free from drug) Sword.. No..
Sword/Dudley: Hmm, looks like your starting to recover.. But tuck toi away, just… (gulligan cut to him locking Saten in a suitcase) … In case.. Had to pause for 5 minutes in the middle of my sentence, but worth it.
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Sword/Dudley sneaks over to Glaze in her performance and traps her inside with the broomstick, Saten breaks free of the tronc but can't save her.
Sword/Dudley: Too late red man, toi can't save Glaze with your weak little arms, so toi may as well sit back, and enjoy the show.. (evil laugh)
Saten panickly looks for a means to break the glass and spots a revolver near Sword, apparently not a hommage after-all.
Saten: (smirks) salut Dinkleberry!
Sword/Dudley (flatly): Yes?
Saten: I may be paralyzed right now, but your still.. A dummy! (Dudley becomes angry and grabs the gun pointing it at him from close range)
Sword/Dudley: Say it one plus time.
Saten: (glare) A dum- (Dudley shoots him) AHHH (bullet goes though his arm and breaks the glass tank, not only saving Glaze, but the water knocking Sword back to himself, Saten is seen sobbing about his wound)
Sword: Oh shit, somebody shot Saten.. (notices gun) Oh shit, I shot Saten!
Saten: (sword pokes hoof into bullet wound) AHHH!
Sword: Aw, gross.. (grabs him) come on.. (drags him away)
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The two boys are back at the apartment, Saten has cast.
Sword: … Oh yeah, that's why I stopped using that character. The makeup is cursed ou something. (Chuckles) Totally slipped my mind.
Saten: And I learned…
Sword: Now to make sure I never use this stuff again.. (tucks it into closed with sloppily placed sticky note "do not use".. Which immediately falls off, along with many similar warnings, one of them being "Derpy do 'not' eat this".
To me, it sounds like the same old thing from every song. It's like:
"I l’amour to drink me some bière and play-ay-ay on my guitar. I l’amour my truck to drive in and shoot deer."
How do songs like that even get famous? It's a turnoff for me, and when I hear it on the radio, I don't even want to hear it. It's all acoustics and shit like that. Why would people want to listen to it when they can listen to something else, such as rock ou rap?
I just hate country music, and if toi like it, don't send me hate.
"I l’amour to drink me some bière and play-ay-ay on my guitar. I l’amour my truck to drive in and shoot deer."
How do songs like that even get famous? It's a turnoff for me, and when I hear it on the radio, I don't even want to hear it. It's all acoustics and shit like that. Why would people want to listen to it when they can listen to something else, such as rock ou rap?
I just hate country music, and if toi like it, don't send me hate.
