(even if you aren't vegan)
Raggonixmail/2
SUMMARY: Raggonix is not a man to be trifled with. Also, tacos. Also, film directors.
TRANSCRIPT
{The camera begins rolling, with Raggonix at the desk. He begins humming.}
RAGGONIX: C-c-checking mah emai-
RAGGON: Stop that, it's annoying.
RAGGONIX: Fuck you man.
{Raggonix pulls up his email.}
Dear Raggonix,
Not really.
Fuck you.
From someone that is a fan of you...
RAGGONIX: Ooh, a f- wait, small text.
{He squints. GASP!}
RAGGONIX: HATE MAAAAAIL! Raggon, get the guns, we got someone to murder!
RAGGON: Uh, great plan, except, it was an anonymous email.
{Raggonix stops dead silent. Then he grabs his keyboard.}
RAGGONIX: Then hopefully they're not behind proxies.
{Taptaptap SUCCESS.}
RAGGONIX: This email was sent by...UWE BOLL, MY ARCHNEMESIS.
RAGGON: What.
RAGGONIX: I MEAN, HE DIRECTED FAR CRY. HE'S EVIIIIIIIL.
RAGGON: Okay then. Should I still get the guns?
RAGGONIX: Yes. We'll also need a plane.
RAGGON: Why?
RAGGONIX: BECAUSE, YOU CUNT. WE'RE HEADING TO CANADA. And because planes are cool.
RAGGON: But it's comfy!
DUNDUNDUN, TO BE CONTINUED LATER
