Difference between revisions of "Raggonixmail/2"

Revision as of 17:41, 20 September 2013

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,
Fuck you.
From someone that is a fan of you...

Not really.

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.

DUNDUNDUN, TO BE CONTINUED LATER