[Video] [Transmission Originating From: The Junkpile]

[herodecoded]

[Dinobot felt in a philosophic mood. So much had transpired from the moment of his death. He was certain this was not the Pit or any afterlife. What afterlife would allow fleshlings? The Maximal had so much to question. If he had already saved history...why do the task of bringing him back again? Why at this point in time?

He decided the best method would be to reach out to the others, to see just what exactly these so-called Primes had brought to this world. Maybe then he could understand their vision...]

Is history a tale told by a fool, or something more? If fate does not write our history, does it matter who does the writing? Must free will be the absence of fate or must it be its tool?

That which I decide be mine or merely the shade of another's work? Does this story's beginning simply involve our resolution?

Oh that this too too solid metal would melt...

Comments

Re: [audio]

[megamind]

Besmirching.

Besotting is an entirely different thing.

And yes, I am totally doing that, you metal heathen.

[audio]

[herodecoded]

Besotting AND besmirching! You are unworthy of these soliloquies!

[audio]

[megamind]

Hey I may not be human but at least I can get the quote right!

[Now you've done it. Now you've done it; he takes a breath, pauses, claers his throat, and goes into full monologue mode.]

O, o, that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t! ah fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month–
Let me not think on’t–Frailty, thy name is woman!–
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow’d my poor father’s body,
Like Niobe, all tears:–why she, even she–
O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn’d longer–married with my uncle,
My father’s brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules: within a month:
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

[The irony is that years of being on a kind of stage-- performance and projection are part and parcel with his brand of supervillainy-- means, well, he's not bad. He can certainly emote, at least.]

[You're probably better off that this is audio, though, because... big headed blue aliens doing Hamlet look funny now matter how well they project or emote.]

[audio]

[herodecoded]

I was not recreating his speech, I was making a point! I was paraphrasing.

[Oh yeah, call Dinobot all colors impressed--except NOT. Yeah a toddler could do Hamlet better than you.]

You call that a soliloquy? I could do that whilst in combat!

[audio]

[megamind]

I could do that in combat, while riding my legion of brainbots!

[audio]

[herodecoded]

I could perform all of Hamlet whilst blind!

[audio]

[megamind]

Pfft, anybody who has the parts memorized can do it blind, don't be foolish!

[audio]

[herodecoded]

Clearly you have no true idea of acting for Shakespeare if you amount it to nothing more than memorization.

[audio]

[megamind]

But blindness would never interfere with projection, emoting! You're ableist, you big robotic jerk!

[audio]

[herodecoded]

But even a blind mech knows acting concerns the heart and soul of the work! You attribute it to nothing but memorization.

[audio]

[megamind]

You're misconstruing my words! Of course you can't even get a famous quote from Hamlet right, I don't know why I expect better of you!

[audio]

[herodecoded]

For the last time it is poetic license! I was not performing Shakespeare!

[audio]

[megamind]

Yes, I'm aware you weren't performing anything recognizable, yes. [Buuuuuuuuuurn.]

[audio]

[herodecoded]

Big words from one who does not recognize Shakespeare or any literary tropes!

Re: [audio]

[megamind]

I recognize plenty of tropes! It's my business! I mean, I'm a villain! That's my job! I can totally recognize that your 'license' was criminal. Not even a good twist! A poor play on words!

[audio]

[herodecoded]

It was fitting for the moment! You wouldn't understand!

I wouldn't expect anything less from a self-proclaimed 'villain'.

[Huge verbal emphasis on the quotes.]

[audio]

[my_own_trope]

Wait. Are you telling me he's reciting human work?

[audio]

[megamind]

Mangling it, more like.

[my_own_trope]

How pathetic!

[cackles]

[megamind]

...Right. Whatever. I imagine you're another one of those robots aren't you?

[my_own_trope]

What gave me away?

[megamind]

Oh, just that this place is crawling with you.

[my_own_trope]

A welcome change from the last planet, believe me. Human vermin overran the place.

[megamind]

I may not be human, but I have a feeling you'd consider anything with a pulse vermin.

[my_own_trope]

Ah, now that is where you'd be wrong. You see, we all posses a pulse, albeit our [because what does he know about robots that aren't from his continuity?] veins pump a much more efficient fluid through our systems.

More powerful too~.

[Would you like to know more about his construction? Because herp derp he'll tell you. Hell, if you tell him he's pretty, maybe he'll even draw you up some blueprints.]