snotfaced: (weird band name then)
[The video opens up with a smug-looking, bright yellow lizard growling a, er, greeting that to any pokemon would sound an awful lot like, "WHAT'S UP NERDS? CHECK OUT MY HOT GIRLFRIEND!" Firecomb may have evolved into a Charmeleon, but he's much more excited about his special someone....

He turns the 'gear to show Snotlout looking rather interesting, pink-faced and irritable from the heat.]


Come on, Lunch! The stone says you're a flying-type now -- I've seen you do it, let's go. [The boy drapes himself over the Gyarados's side, tugging the hat down to cover his head.] You could at least make it rain, or something...

[Before Firecomb zooms in to focus on Lunch's eyes, an Eevee can be seen trotting up to Snotlout and tugging on his sleeve.]

Go away, Slug, I can't train you yet. I don't need to cheat.

[A miffed mewl corrects that he's Snail, not Slug. Everyone's probably enchanted by Lunch's beautiful irises by now, though, so off the camera goes.]
snotfaced: (they should be doing not reading)
This stick is garbage!

[Good morning, Routians! Or not-so-good morning, judging by the angry nose pushed into the camera view of the 'gear. Yep, Snotlout doesn't seem to have figured out this dumb thing completely, just yet... He's supposed to try to transfer his face through it when using this function, right?]

Look, the pointy thing? It's supposed to be bigger and go on the end of the stick, not on some useless string! And the stick part? It's gotta be thicker! How do any of you survive if this is what you've got to fish with? I've probably broken eight of the stupid things already.

[He's supposed to be making money, here! Because for some reason you all won't let him ~trade~ his useless junk treasures away for stuff. Letting out a loud huff that manages to fog up the screen even if he's turning away, the viking instead glowers at the other fishermen on the boat. Who appear to be doing just fine, though they seem far more chilly than their young, angry companion despite the fact that it's snowing and he's lacking a winter coat.]

Never mind spears. Gimme a net and my dragon, and I bet I could fish everything up in ten seconds. Probably even five.
snotfaced: (even if the dude is a lady)
-- on't forget this, honey!

[As much of a pro chef Mom might be, she's not quite deft enough to avoid smushing the 'gear into her darling boy's fingers as she hands it off, and Routians are briefly treated to the inside view of her house before the customary slam of her door and indignant yelling of a new arrival.]

HEY! You take this back and tell me what's going on! Don't you know who I am? ...Hey!

[When that produces no results, the teen moves on to an angry huff, turning to instead show the familiar New Bark scenery.]

Adventure, yeah right. This won't be lame.
HOOKFANG? FANGY? Good-for-nothing dragon. No loyalty. And after everything I've done for him!

[The grumbling continues for a short while, becoming less like words and more like general noises of anger. Then, with a clatter and a thump, the screen goes dark, presumably having been dropped by Snotlout along with everything else he'd been carrying.

...Well, except for one thing...]


Might not really be my mom, but she sure knows how to pack a lunch... HEY YOU, as soon as I finish this fish, I'm gunna come back in there! You'd better tell me where my dragon is!

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