Emily Date Conversation Transcript
In March 2009, Chris went on his first, and only date ever with a troll called Emily, and it went something like this:
Transcript
Inside, a multitude of voices echo around the cavernous mall. We hear our heroes' voices over the din of the shoppers.
Setup (0:00 - 3:10)
As the recording beings, we hear the technician, "Frosty" arming Emily's mic, cleverly disguised as a third nipple.
Frosty: Okay. lock it. Okay it-
Camera Whore: Are you wearing a thong? Is that a-
Emily: Yeah.
Camera Whore: That better be fucking tight. (Talking about the wire)
Emily: It's tight.
Camera Whore: That might pop out while you're walking and it'll be like-
Emily: I should be like-
Camera Whore: A robotic vagina- *laughing*
Emily: I should be like- *laughing*
Camera Whore: Say "It's my vibrator"
Emily: *laughing*
Camera Whore: It's one of those things you see tapped to those- those hentai-
Frosty: Well the thing is Chris said in the script(?) he would squeal
Emily: *laughing* UNF UNF UNF UNF UNF UNF
Emily: Okay, if he get's like way too close to me, I'm just gonna be like scoot my chair farther away
Camera Whore: (indistinct) I really like if... (indistinct)
Pickle Man: *laughing* Maybe Barb will come
Emily: Probably shouldn't leave the house anymore
Pickle Man: No, if (indistinct)
Emily: *laughs*
Pickle Man: (Pickle Man continues indistinct)
Frosty: There are Barb candidates everywhere (Talking about the free roaming hambeasts that populate the mall)
Emily: Yeah.
Frosty: Nononono but but in all probability there should be no Barb, if there is Barb I will shit myself
Emily: If there is Barb, we're done.
Camera Whore: We're not showing up
Frosty: Yeah.
Emily: Yeah.
Frosty: *Mockingly* "You brought your Mommy?"
Emily: I should be like, "No put that shit in the bag, and we're not doing anything today"
Frosty: Yeah.
Emily: That's it.
Camera Whore: And you can like, call him and be like "You owe me a dire apology and you're a jack off"
Emily: No I'm going- I'm going to yell at him, and make him cry
Frosty: Yeah.
Emily: and be like, "I'm going to live in Clyde's playboy mansion."
Pickle Man: (Pickle Man speaks indistinctly)
Emily: *laughs*
Camera Whore: I'm part of Clyde's playboy mansion
Emily: Yeah.
Camera Whore: *Despondent* I'm the janitor
They all laugh
Emily: Okay, let's go see if he's there.
Camera Whore: You go see if he's there
Emily: NO! Cause it's- Cause he's- Cause I'm gona make an entrance like: HAIIII!
Pickle Man: (Pickle Man speaks indistinctly)
Emily: No. he wants to meet in front of Chick-Fil-A, so..
Camera Whore: Figures... but the general idea would be you park near where you want to go
Emily: *Chuckles*
Camera Whore: (indistinct)
Emily: *laughs*
Camera Whore: (Speaks indistinctly)Did you see those (indistinct) where it kind of looks like a penis?
Camera Whore: Right here
Emily: Oh *laughs*
Camera Whore: It's a fucking penis
A slight pause while something happens, presumably involving the penis shaped object
Camera Whore: Nope
Emily: *Disappointed*Oh
Emily:*Sigh*
Camera Whore: *Sigh*
An uneasy silence falls.
Camera Whore: There's that ugly bitch that looks like Hamster Girl(indistinct)
Emily: *Chuckles*
Camera Whore: She looks like Hamster Girl, right there
(To Pickle Man)Camera Whore: Is that the only one you can see working?
Pickle Man: (indistinct) over by Starbucks? You should (indistinct)
Camera Whore: Nonono she looks like Hamster Girl
Pickle Man: (indistinct)
Camera Whore: Don't she have no hair? oh she has a- (indistinct)
Pickle Man: No, she has hair. She has her hair back like this:
Camera Whore: Oh yeah, I knew that
Emily: Yeah.
Camera Whore: I was gonna say, I donno, cause I guess she died her hair blond. Cause I remember seeing her in some ugly strange colored hair
Target Spotted (3:11-0:00)
Suddenly, the festive mood changes to dread as Chris appears, in full stalker regalia.
Frosty:' There he is!(Noticing Chris)
Emily: (Panicking) Wut!
Frosty:' In the jacket
Emily: (Panicking) omygod EJECT omygod! (as the realization of what is about to happen sets in)
Many voices here, possibly more than the four that were speaking in previously "In the jacket" "There he is" .ect
Frosty: Are you ready?
Emily: Yeah I'm ready. *Nervous laugh/cry* This is going to be my best acting moment ever.
Pickle Man: (inaudible)
Emily: Yeah, Don't like, look, cause she has to get down first.
Pickle Man: (inaudible)
Frosty: He'll realize later, that's what it was.
Camera Whore: I don't feel bad
Emily: Okay, but if he like, won't come around and-(interrupted) Huh? I don't have my phone.
There is a short silence as everyone is overcome by the aura of the approaching manchild
Emily: (Nervously, under her breath) Oh my God....
Another pause.
Emily: If this is going to goes all smoothly, I should get like...(trails off)
Pickle Man: Where do I sit?
Emily: Umm, there's some bitches like by the table... oh, oh, oh no.
Pickle Man: (inaudible)
Emily: Okay, there's some bitches like nearby...
Pickle Man: Yeah?
Emily: Umm, just sit and watch them, talk and eat, then go change or whatever.
Pickle Man: Well, okay. I (indistict)
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This article is still yet to be completed due to stress. We get a lot of stressful torture in our lives that makes us crash into slumber. Given that inspiration is a big variable, and we may have been lacking of it, this article will be completed as soon as possible, at our own pace... HONEST!
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Chris: Okay.
Robert: Okay.
Links
- The date (audio recording)