 | Welcome to BtS, season 37 week 4, where we taun- er, tortu- er, interview the semi-finalists for each round! Here's our host, Chisatoooo Madisoooon!
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 | Remind me why we decided to have him introduce us?
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 | I kinda thought it was cute.
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 | Like teaching a trained monkey to dance the tarantella?
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 | Close.
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 | Watching the trained monkey collapse after performing the tarantella for three days straight?
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 | Bingo.
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 | And our first interviewees are... Sephiroth and Lambda, of Godlike!
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 | Welcome, you two. So. First, Lambda. Your relentless strikes have worn down two opponents thus far. Are you ready to take on the famed Sephiroth?
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 | Sure. I've got plenty of plans for dealing with the original momma's boy. 99% involve dodging him while whipping him good, but there's still some innovation in there!
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 | Right. Sephiroth?
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 | Wall, crack emo boy's skull open, then cut his body to shreds. I'm not going to bother thinking about this match, it barely merits consideration.
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 | Very well. What about the accusations that both of you have been sabotaging the other with inferior hair-care products?
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 | So it WAS you who replaced my L'Arachel shampoo with... with that worthless store-brand drek?!?
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 | You swapped my Finest Arts Mousse with that horribly slimy gunk? Die, you worthless scum!
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 | Ah, two prissy guys catfighting. It's almost worth watching - almost.
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 | AH OH MY GOD MUD MUD SO MUCH MUD RUN AWAAAAAY
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 | ...so much to clean up... why can't you guys keep this place tidy?
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 | That'd ruin the fun, Odin.
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 | ...right. Anyways. And next up on BtS... Legrettaaaaaaaa and ShadoOwOwOWOWOWOWOWOW-
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 | Is it odd that I've been waiting for so long to do that in front of a camera? And the fact that it's Odin just made it even better.
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 | ...I'm impressed. Care for a drink?
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 | Sure. Still going to have to cap your face in the arena, of course. Nothing personal, but you know that.
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 | Interceptor and I'll do my best to keep you entertained...
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 | Heh. I know you will, Shadow, I know you will. So, where are we going?
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 | There's a nice bar, quiet, good music... good place to avoid the public. Shall we?
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 | Wow. That has to be the quickest speeddate I've seen in a while.
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 | And the quickest set of thirty bullets into someone's skull. Why does the janitor keep getting killed?
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 | It's Odin. Enough said.
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 | Next up is Balk, since Juan said he would sleep instead. So, Balk. What's your strategy in this fight?
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 | Shoot until I manage to paralyze his arms, keep him unable to act, snipe away. Really, what I do all the time. And with my range, there's no way he can get to me without being awa-
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 | NAP FROM ABOVE!!!zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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 | Argh, geroff me!
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 | What does the sign on that wall say, Ultros?
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 | Uh, lessee... "No vagrants allowed to sleep or fight in Studio 603 under penalty of Brahne." Under penalty of...
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 | Fire away, Chisato!
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 | Gotcha! Brahne-o-centric-transray 9000, fire!
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 | Aaaah! What... what's happening? I... I...
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 | GET OFF ME, YOU FREAK! GO AWAY! You're... crushing... me!
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 | I feel pretty... oh so pretty...!
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 | Oxygen... deprived... looking... good... there...
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 | They'll make a cute couple. Quick, ship them both off to the Space Pope for a sloppy marraige while they're both delirious.
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 | Nate, you made sure to cancel Frank and Vinsfeld at the last minute, right?
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 | Yep. They're currently locked in the spare waiting room. We get to see which failure dies first.
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 | Of what?
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 | Stupidity. What else?
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 | Odin's next paycheck on Vinsfeld. Frank looks immune to PURE IDEALS.
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 | My next vacation on Frank.
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 | I'll take that bet.
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 | Any justification for that vote of confidence for Vinsfeld, chief?
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 | He's going up against a Brazilian ninja who's, frankly, outclassed by a talking cat, two Incan strippers, a master of the surprisingly pointless art of Gun-Fu, a roly-poly vampire and a mariachi with a rocket launcher in his guitar. Admittedly, that last one wins on style points alone, let alone intelligence and battle capabilites.
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 | ...bet withdrawn; you're probably right.
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 | And on that note, this is BtS's esteemed Morte, signing off on behalf of the DL. Happy voting! |