Metalocalypse - Hindsightklok (PG)
"Is that who I think it is?"
"Where?"
"There!" The eel waved his tail towards the submersion chamber descending from the submarine.
The second eel gasped. "Oh man, I didn't believe the rumours! They're here?"
"That one is, at least. Geez, wait 'til I tell the girl about this. Hey, guys! Check this out!"
It didn't take long for the other sea creatures to gather before the chamber.
"Can it really be?" asked the crab.
"The Chosen Ones!" said the jellyfish.
"The rumours that the Chosen Ones are among us are true," said the old octopus, the noblest of the sea creatures. "It is the Young One. We must tell him everything."
She approached the submersion chamber and stopped reverently before the glass. "It is an honour to speak to you, Chosen One."
The Chosen One grinned at the octopus, and moved his lips.
"What does he say?" asked the octopus. "My hearing is failing in these later years."
"I believe he is singing to us," said the crab.
"A message from the Chosen Ones! What is his message?"
The crab scuttled forward and pressed his claws to the glass. "I think the Young One is saying that we are his underwater friends."
"Yes. We are your underwater friends, and you are our surface friend." The octopus pressed forward, one tentacle touching the glass. "We have much to tell you, Chosen One."
"Dude, I don't think he's listening," the first eel said, and indeed, the Chosen One appeared happily oblivious in the submersion chamber.
"We must heed his message before he will listen to ours. Crab, tell me what he says."
"He sings of liquid oxygen. He tells us that his urine tastes of vodka."
The octopus eagerly pressed against the glass. "He urinates vodka? He is truly a God among the surface creatures."
"Guys," the second eel said. "Don't you think he might be what they call, you know, an alcoholic?"
"I dunno," the first eel said. "He looks totally high to me."
The octopus' many limbs flailed in anger. "You dare to besmirch the name of a Chosen One?" She turned to the chamber. "Young One, forgive us for the eels' words. They don't understand what they say." She paused, watching the Chosen One's glazed eyes and inane grin, and turned back to the eels.
"Forgive me, eels. I believe you understand him better than I do. The Young One is clearly high; he could be hallucinating a musical number for all we know."
"But how will we tell him about his future?" asked the jellyfish.
"We must have trust in the blue whale. Her voice is greater; she will find a way to tell them everything."
"Where?"
"There!" The eel waved his tail towards the submersion chamber descending from the submarine.
The second eel gasped. "Oh man, I didn't believe the rumours! They're here?"
"That one is, at least. Geez, wait 'til I tell the girl about this. Hey, guys! Check this out!"
It didn't take long for the other sea creatures to gather before the chamber.
"Can it really be?" asked the crab.
"The Chosen Ones!" said the jellyfish.
"The rumours that the Chosen Ones are among us are true," said the old octopus, the noblest of the sea creatures. "It is the Young One. We must tell him everything."
She approached the submersion chamber and stopped reverently before the glass. "It is an honour to speak to you, Chosen One."
The Chosen One grinned at the octopus, and moved his lips.
"What does he say?" asked the octopus. "My hearing is failing in these later years."
"I believe he is singing to us," said the crab.
"A message from the Chosen Ones! What is his message?"
The crab scuttled forward and pressed his claws to the glass. "I think the Young One is saying that we are his underwater friends."
"Yes. We are your underwater friends, and you are our surface friend." The octopus pressed forward, one tentacle touching the glass. "We have much to tell you, Chosen One."
"Dude, I don't think he's listening," the first eel said, and indeed, the Chosen One appeared happily oblivious in the submersion chamber.
"We must heed his message before he will listen to ours. Crab, tell me what he says."
"He sings of liquid oxygen. He tells us that his urine tastes of vodka."
The octopus eagerly pressed against the glass. "He urinates vodka? He is truly a God among the surface creatures."
"Guys," the second eel said. "Don't you think he might be what they call, you know, an alcoholic?"
"I dunno," the first eel said. "He looks totally high to me."
The octopus' many limbs flailed in anger. "You dare to besmirch the name of a Chosen One?" She turned to the chamber. "Young One, forgive us for the eels' words. They don't understand what they say." She paused, watching the Chosen One's glazed eyes and inane grin, and turned back to the eels.
"Forgive me, eels. I believe you understand him better than I do. The Young One is clearly high; he could be hallucinating a musical number for all we know."
"But how will we tell him about his future?" asked the jellyfish.
"We must have trust in the blue whale. Her voice is greater; she will find a way to tell them everything."