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First Person Sample
Dec. 24th, 2014 03:43 amOkay, I'm only making a log because this is just - I want to be able to look back on this moment, so in the future, when I go temporarily insane and murder Quark, I can understand just why I did it.
THIS. [He holds up a small, twisted-beyond recognition bit of metal, the camera blurring before focusing on it] is what an ionic coupling cable looks like after your engine turns itself inside out doing a quantum jump further across the galaxy than I even knew was POSSIBLE.
THIS. [A different misshappen lump of green plastic replaces the metal in front of the camera] is what I just pulled out of the engine. THIS, is what happens when a GROWN MAN plays with action figures - of himSELF - around an open, uncalibrated, quantum, device.
[He lowers both objects, camera refocusing on his dead-pan expression; it contains the mournful emptiness of suffering through a long and terrible ordeal, although it grows less so as he talks and instead grows more irate.]
If I EVER see that over-grown, butt-chinned man baby again I am going to - [Ratchet makes a frustrated noise, hands raised as if to just strangle the li-] No. Nope. Not gonna say what I'm going to do to him because I don't want there to be ANY. EVIDENCE.
[Ratchet sits back in the pilot seat, his shoulders slumped as he shakes his head slightly, the anger dissipating somewhat.]
It's okay. I can fix it...it's just...it's gonna take some time. And some supplies. Okay, a lot of supplies. And this planet - it's a little...behind. [He pauses] Okay enough talking to myself, I've got to get to work on this engine or I'll never get back to Solana. I'll try and see if I can get some kind of signal pick-up tomorrow. Ratchet, out.
THIS. [He holds up a small, twisted-beyond recognition bit of metal, the camera blurring before focusing on it] is what an ionic coupling cable looks like after your engine turns itself inside out doing a quantum jump further across the galaxy than I even knew was POSSIBLE.
THIS. [A different misshappen lump of green plastic replaces the metal in front of the camera] is what I just pulled out of the engine. THIS, is what happens when a GROWN MAN plays with action figures - of himSELF - around an open, uncalibrated, quantum, device.
[He lowers both objects, camera refocusing on his dead-pan expression; it contains the mournful emptiness of suffering through a long and terrible ordeal, although it grows less so as he talks and instead grows more irate.]
If I EVER see that over-grown, butt-chinned man baby again I am going to - [Ratchet makes a frustrated noise, hands raised as if to just strangle the li-] No. Nope. Not gonna say what I'm going to do to him because I don't want there to be ANY. EVIDENCE.
[Ratchet sits back in the pilot seat, his shoulders slumped as he shakes his head slightly, the anger dissipating somewhat.]
It's okay. I can fix it...it's just...it's gonna take some time. And some supplies. Okay, a lot of supplies. And this planet - it's a little...behind. [He pauses] Okay enough talking to myself, I've got to get to work on this engine or I'll never get back to Solana. I'll try and see if I can get some kind of signal pick-up tomorrow. Ratchet, out.
