Post by Rhaps on Apr 27, 2007 15:59:07 GMT -5
Rhaps is seen sitting on a park bench. His nose has a bandage on it and Rhaps puts his hand up to his face before withdrawing it in pain. Rhaps winces as he touches it again. The children from the previous message of safety walk up a path and sees Rhaps sat there. They ruch up excitedly.
Child: There he is, thats the man from GHW. We don't use sickles anymore, we only have the steel chairs.
The children show Rhaps the steel chairs that they're carrying before one rushes up eagerly.
Child: We do this.
The boy swings it excitedly, the steel connecting with Rhaps' sore nose. Rhaps brings his hands up to his nose and tears begin to form. Rhaps loses his anger but he visibly forces control of himself.
Rhaps: Ooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccchhhhhhhhh!
The word is whispered and the children crowd around. Rhaps shrugs it off and stands up to face the camera. As he does so he shakes his head in annoyance and holds his hand up to his nose once more.
Rhaps: Hi again kids. It's me, your favourite fun safety messenger. Now, if you're anything like me, you don't like sledgehammers. They do this.
Rhaps points at his nose while the children look on.
Rhaps: Sledgehammers are hard metal objects. Unlike the sickle they aren't pointy, making thrusty motions difficult. However, swingy motions are common. They tend to soften up bone and flesh and pretty much anything else in the way. It's almost like prodding jelly, except that the two analogies are in no way linked to each other. If that makes sense?
There is silence and Rhaps looks around as if waiting for something. A moment passes and then a clang is heard behind the camera. Rhaps holds his head in his hands in exasperation. Oh so casually a sledgehammer is pushed into view by someone off screen. Rhaps frowns at them before picking it up.
Rhaps: Sorry about that. This film is incredibly low budget. Anyway, sledgehammers are dangerous. One of them was used to hurt my nose. Now I can't smell anything. This is bad because now I can't smell what's being cooked for dinner and casually leave if it smells terrible.
Rhaps turns to the children.
Rhaps: I'm glad to see you picked up on my last message. This one clearly is that sledgehammers are bad. They make you eat bad food. So this is Rhaps signing off. Good night.
Voice over: This has been a public access message of safety. Play Safe.
Comments welcome.
OOC: There may be later installments, who knows.
Child: There he is, thats the man from GHW. We don't use sickles anymore, we only have the steel chairs.
The children show Rhaps the steel chairs that they're carrying before one rushes up eagerly.
Child: We do this.
The boy swings it excitedly, the steel connecting with Rhaps' sore nose. Rhaps brings his hands up to his nose and tears begin to form. Rhaps loses his anger but he visibly forces control of himself.
Rhaps: Ooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccchhhhhhhhh!
The word is whispered and the children crowd around. Rhaps shrugs it off and stands up to face the camera. As he does so he shakes his head in annoyance and holds his hand up to his nose once more.
Rhaps: Hi again kids. It's me, your favourite fun safety messenger. Now, if you're anything like me, you don't like sledgehammers. They do this.
Rhaps points at his nose while the children look on.
Rhaps: Sledgehammers are hard metal objects. Unlike the sickle they aren't pointy, making thrusty motions difficult. However, swingy motions are common. They tend to soften up bone and flesh and pretty much anything else in the way. It's almost like prodding jelly, except that the two analogies are in no way linked to each other. If that makes sense?
There is silence and Rhaps looks around as if waiting for something. A moment passes and then a clang is heard behind the camera. Rhaps holds his head in his hands in exasperation. Oh so casually a sledgehammer is pushed into view by someone off screen. Rhaps frowns at them before picking it up.
Rhaps: Sorry about that. This film is incredibly low budget. Anyway, sledgehammers are dangerous. One of them was used to hurt my nose. Now I can't smell anything. This is bad because now I can't smell what's being cooked for dinner and casually leave if it smells terrible.
Rhaps turns to the children.
Rhaps: I'm glad to see you picked up on my last message. This one clearly is that sledgehammers are bad. They make you eat bad food. So this is Rhaps signing off. Good night.
Voice over: This has been a public access message of safety. Play Safe.
Comments welcome.
OOC: There may be later installments, who knows.
