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I had a boyfriend once who stole a traffic cone from a
parking garage while we were on a date together.
It was the most illegal thing I've ever been a party to and
I panicked every time I heard a siren for
like, two years straight.
I know the guild's going to have to break some rules to
convince Floyd not to sell the game.
But today, I'm willing to go behind the graybar
hotel for the cause.
That's prison speak for prison.
For once, I'm risk taking in everything.
I'm wearing an outfit Tink made herself.
I'm in danger of slipping nipplage at every step.
Viva la revolucione! (SIRENS) Oh, that's not for me.
-You guys made a whole blimp?
Yeah, and this is how you operate it.
-I didn't take the extreme Cosplay and the Gobot robotics
panels for nothing.
-Guys, we're here to talk to Floyd, OK?
So forget about the blink thing and let's go.
-Airship Codex.
This creation is awe inspiring.
Hey, is that the door to my van?
-Yeah, we got crazy creative.
-What number are you?
-Uh, we don't have a slot.
-If you aren't on my list, I can't have you walk or float
in at the last minute.
I'm sorry.
-Oh but--
-My, my.
How quaint.
-No, don't play it off dear.
This thing's fracking amazing.
-Clipper lady, I'm with them.
They have a slot, right?
I'm on their team.
I've earned it.
-Lizette.
-Gerald.
-We are short a quorum.
Elena was taken him home with influenza.
-The what?
-Bad chicken salad.
-So is she with you or not?
-Welcome to the [INAUDIBLE].
-It will require my assistance [INAUDIBLE] from the ground
while you're on stage.
Pretty please, let me drive it?
-Hey guys, I just saw Floyd enter some VIP area.
There are burly men guarding it.
-Burly men?
I'll get em!
-Get ready everyone.
-We have to stall.
Floyd is going to announce as soon as the costumes finish.
-Wait, they'll recognize you.
Go on stage and stall everyone.
-What am I supposed to do?
-Start by begging forgiveness from the fans.
There's fodder there.
-Mark and I will stay here because we're going to blow
some frickin' minds.
-They'll let us in the special area, right?
-No problem.
Just bat my eyelashes.
-Yeah, I'll just bat my wings too.
Every time I think I'm fragged, they
respawn me back in.
-No loss.
-Oh my god.
-Honey, we all found costumes from your native country.
-No words.
-Next year, you can make us all costumes, peanut.
-Never.
Move.
-Arigato.
-Thank you all for coming.
-Hey.
Excuse me.
Ladies and ladies.
I might be a face you recognize with fondness or
loathing.
(CROWD BOOS)
-Rachel, [INAUDIBLE] volunteer.
I really owe you an apology.
I've done you wrong, girl.
And I'm here to say that I'm sorry.
-What about me?
Do you remember me?
-Yeah.
And, what was your name again?
(CROWD BOOS)
-Does anyone have a laptop?
Thank you.
-Holy butternut.
She's wearing her Time Rings costume.
Fate, must you rub your Tabasco irony
in my tender loins?
-Hi, we have famous friends in there.
-Unlikely.
-But you can always use more hot girls in the VIP area.
I watch cable shows.
We're like furniture.
-Chicks with subtlety, and outfits that fit properly.
-How long's that been out?
-Move on.
-Now.
-This chick was from LA.
[INAUDIBLE]
Oh Ashford.
Oh man, he smelled like garlic and peanut butter.
It's kind of a weird combo, but I don't judge.
Alright.
Oh, and Ed.
Character name [INAUDIBLE], right?
I remember you told me one time you were so drunk you
peed in your own pantry.
That's a good story.
-Thank you, Cheesy.
I love you again.
-Oh.
Apologizing feels good.
-[INAUDIBLE] seriously, I was in the middle of a crisis
situation back there.
And now I'm in the middle of another one.
No, not Stan Lee.
Are you kidding me?
No, this is convention suicide guys.
(CROWD CHANTING)
-You've got to get in there.
-Don't yell at me.
I'm not the one who had my [INAUDIBLE]
thong sticking out.
-It has no more structural integrity.
I don't know why.
-Forget it.
We're toast.
-Arf, arf.
Bark, bark, bark.
-Congrats.
I think.
-I love this one.
This guy came in from Japan.
-Hey.
I didn't play Terry's video yet.
She has three kids.
And a [INAUDIBLE] allergy.
I remember people.
-Thank you, Cheesy kid.
But let's move on to the costume contest, shall we?
Now, our mistress of ceremonies is someone you will
surely recognize--
Charity from Time Rings.
-Thank you.
The first costume group is Steampunk Verite.
-Pedal to the [INAUDIBLE]
[APPLAUSE]
-Wrist wrist, arm arm.
Wrist wrist.
-Oh my, Elena would've loved this view.
Damn thee, chicken salad.
-I've never been in a parade before.
I should have made my hair bigger.
-Wrist wrist.
Arm arm.
Wrist wrist.
-I'll never sign your comics monster.
Tell your men to fall back.
-Guys, we can't go back to the way it was.
Actually, I had second thoughts too when Codex and I
totally made out.
But I knew it wasn't going to work.
I want to be good and noble in this world and you should too.
-What are you wearing?
Did I create that character?
You win some, you lose some.
-Guys, just think about who you're dressed as.
You're the master chiefs.
I corrupted you.
But you can fight back.
You're better than this, master chief number one.
And so are you, master chief number two.
You can't capture and tie up Stan Lee.
He's a legend.
-I agree.
-You know what?
I'll just untie him.
I'm standing right here.
Just slides off.
-Oh!
I'm free.
Son, I've created many a superhero.
-Stan, that's it?
I feel like there's a second part to that sentence.
-Lloyd, we would like to talk to you about--
-Hey!
-Stop it!
We encourage [INAUDIBLE]
get in there.
-Hey, those are my friends.
Let them go.
Vork, full steam ahead.
-Anyone have a [INAUDIBLE] altimeter handy?
-We're descending.
-I do believe we're about to crash.
Ho-hum.