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digital_dive2012-06-24 04:52 pm
thewizardsnii) wrote in digital_dive2012-06-24 04:52 pm
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[video]
[video comes on, with Touma H. Norstein working in his office, when suddenly, two familiar-looking wizards appear as if out of thin air.]
... What do you two want?
[Wizardmon and Sorcermon look at each other, grinning behind their cowls.]
Well Scorpiomon has his band of thieves...
... And a Kyuubimon has its nine tails!
... [Touma facepalms] Oh, for the love of...
But tamer, you're in luck!
[Sorcermon rolls up his sleeves, doing mock punches in the air]
Cuz up your sleeves, we've got a brand of magic that never fails!
What are you two doing? Is this another virus like- HEY! [Touma fidgets as Wizardmon forces him into his chair]
You got some power in your corner now!
[Sorcermon removes his hat, revealing it to be containing... dynamite.]
Some heavy ammunition in your camp!
What the hell are you doing?! That's going to...! [the fuse fizzles out...] ... explode?
You got some punch, pizzazz, yahoo and, yup-
See all you gotta do is call us uh-up!
AND WE'LL SAY-!
[the wizards throw off their robes, and are suddenly dressed like waiters, realizing a table and then forcing Touma to sit at it]
MR. NORSTEIN, SIR, WHAT WILL YOUR PLOT DEVICE BE? LET US TAKE YOUR ORDER, JOT IT DOWN! YOU AIN'T NEVER HAD A FRIEND LIKE WE!
[As Touma looks bewildered, the duo continues singing]
The Digital World is your restaurant... And we're the maitre'd's! Come on, whisper what it is you want, you ain't never had a friend like we!
[Touma continues to glower, and without realizing it, stands up and begins singing himself]
Oh, so you two pride yourselves on service?
Mm-hm!
Now me, I say you're nothing but a sham!!
Hey now!
You say you'll grant our wish, but I know this: About your service I don't give a daaaamn!
For any help on given day, you'll torment us another week!
You're crass, you're rude, you barely do good!
I've never had friends like you!
[at last, Touma realizes he's been singing, and stumbles a bit, looking bewildered again]
Aw, can your friends do this?
[Wizardmon suddenly leaps back into focus, pulling several Koromon out of his hat and starting to juggle them with magical powers]
Can your friends do that?
[Wizardmon tosses them to Sorcermon, who effortlessly continues juggling them while simultaneously spinning one on one finger]
Can your friends pull this... [produces a Bitmon from his hat this time] ... out their little haaaaats?
Can your friends you POOF!
[suddenly, the Bitmon, Koromon all disappear with a puff of smoke... only to be replaced by a snarling Coredramon]
Well, lookie here!
[Touma, looking understandably concerned, begins to call for Gaomon, only for the wizards to intervene]
Can your friends go ABRACABRA-
LET 'ER RIP!
AND-A MAKE THE SUCKER DISAPPEEAAAAAAAAAR!
[In a spectacular burst of magical smoke, the Coredramon vanishes, leaving Touma look understandably overwhelmed. He collapses back into his chair, even as the wizards continue singing]
So don't sit there slack jawed, bugged eyed! We're the answer to all your midday prayers!
You got us, Witchelny certified! You got wizards for your chare d'affaires!
We got a powerful urge, to help you out! So your plot device, we really wanna know!
[Wizardmon suddenly begins pulling an exceptionally long strip of paper out of Touma's ears]
You got a list that's three miles long no doubt, but hey, we can only do wuhhhh-uuuuuuh-oooone! Oh, MISTER NORSTEIN SIR!
Give us one request, not two, not three!
We're on the job, you big nabob!
OH, YOU AIN'T NEVER!
HAAAAAD AAAAA!
YOU AIN'T NEVER HAD A FRIEND-!
YOU AIN'T NEVER HAD A FRIEND-!
YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAIN'T NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR... HAD A... FRIEEEEEEND LIIIIIIIIIKE WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
[and then, in spectacular fashion, they both vanish, leaving only a very confused-looking Touma... and a single flashing neon sign:
ENJOY THE VIRUS, EVERYBODY
Touma notices it, and looks like he may faint]
[Blue is Touma
Purple is Wizardmon
Light blue is Sorcermon]
... What do you two want?
[Wizardmon and Sorcermon look at each other, grinning behind their cowls.]
Well Scorpiomon has his band of thieves...
... And a Kyuubimon has its nine tails!
... [Touma facepalms] Oh, for the love of...
But tamer, you're in luck!
[Sorcermon rolls up his sleeves, doing mock punches in the air]
Cuz up your sleeves, we've got a brand of magic that never fails!
What are you two doing? Is this another virus like- HEY! [Touma fidgets as Wizardmon forces him into his chair]
You got some power in your corner now!
[Sorcermon removes his hat, revealing it to be containing... dynamite.]
Some heavy ammunition in your camp!
What the hell are you doing?! That's going to...! [the fuse fizzles out...] ... explode?
You got some punch, pizzazz, yahoo and, yup-
See all you gotta do is call us uh-up!
AND WE'LL SAY-!
[the wizards throw off their robes, and are suddenly dressed like waiters, realizing a table and then forcing Touma to sit at it]
MR. NORSTEIN, SIR, WHAT WILL YOUR PLOT DEVICE BE? LET US TAKE YOUR ORDER, JOT IT DOWN! YOU AIN'T NEVER HAD A FRIEND LIKE WE!
[As Touma looks bewildered, the duo continues singing]
The Digital World is your restaurant... And we're the maitre'd's! Come on, whisper what it is you want, you ain't never had a friend like we!
[Touma continues to glower, and without realizing it, stands up and begins singing himself]
Oh, so you two pride yourselves on service?
Mm-hm!
Now me, I say you're nothing but a sham!!
Hey now!
You say you'll grant our wish, but I know this: About your service I don't give a daaaamn!
For any help on given day, you'll torment us another week!
You're crass, you're rude, you barely do good!
I've never had friends like you!
[at last, Touma realizes he's been singing, and stumbles a bit, looking bewildered again]
Aw, can your friends do this?
[Wizardmon suddenly leaps back into focus, pulling several Koromon out of his hat and starting to juggle them with magical powers]
Can your friends do that?
[Wizardmon tosses them to Sorcermon, who effortlessly continues juggling them while simultaneously spinning one on one finger]
Can your friends pull this... [produces a Bitmon from his hat this time] ... out their little haaaaats?
Can your friends you POOF!
[suddenly, the Bitmon, Koromon all disappear with a puff of smoke... only to be replaced by a snarling Coredramon]
Well, lookie here!
[Touma, looking understandably concerned, begins to call for Gaomon, only for the wizards to intervene]
Can your friends go ABRACABRA-
LET 'ER RIP!
AND-A MAKE THE SUCKER DISAPPEEAAAAAAAAAR!
[In a spectacular burst of magical smoke, the Coredramon vanishes, leaving Touma look understandably overwhelmed. He collapses back into his chair, even as the wizards continue singing]
So don't sit there slack jawed, bugged eyed! We're the answer to all your midday prayers!
You got us, Witchelny certified! You got wizards for your chare d'affaires!
We got a powerful urge, to help you out! So your plot device, we really wanna know!
[Wizardmon suddenly begins pulling an exceptionally long strip of paper out of Touma's ears]
You got a list that's three miles long no doubt, but hey, we can only do wuhhhh-uuuuuuh-oooone! Oh, MISTER NORSTEIN SIR!
Give us one request, not two, not three!
We're on the job, you big nabob!
OH, YOU AIN'T NEVER!
HAAAAAD AAAAA!
YOU AIN'T NEVER HAD A FRIEND-!
YOU AIN'T NEVER HAD A FRIEND-!
YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAIN'T NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR... HAD A... FRIEEEEEEND LIIIIIIIIIKE WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
[and then, in spectacular fashion, they both vanish, leaving only a very confused-looking Touma... and a single flashing neon sign:
Touma notices it, and looks like he may faint]
[Blue is Touma
Purple is Wizardmon
Light blue is Sorcermon]