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Case 13 [Accidental Video]
[The video starts as a result of Hanna knocking into his communicator, the reasons for which become abundantly clear very soon.
Hanna is in complete effect of the curse. His room looks exactly the same as it normally does, but Hanna in full 80's fashion mode, looking suspiciously at home in an oversized pinstripe suit, a skinny pink tie, and checkered Vans sneakers. His hair is slicked back, the gel visible, and his normal glasses have been replaced by a large pair of oversized blue sunglasses. Nothing he's wearing seems to match, and he looks like an idiot. Not just because of his clothes, however. Oh no, what makes Hanna really look like an idiot is what he appears to be doing.
Hanna seems to be spastically flailing, jumping around and waving his arms with no sense of rhythm or reason for any of this. The only indication of what he's doing comes from the boombox on the floor, music pouring out of it.
Hanna's attempting to dance to his favorite band in the world, Queen. Oh, and he's singing. Loudly. And badly.]
BA DUM DUM DUM. Another one bites the dust!
BA DUM DUM DUM. Another one bites the dust! An another one gone and another one gone an another one bites the dust!
Ooh hey, I'm gonna getcha too, another one bites the dust!
God, I love Queen. Freddy Mercury, you will never be not awesome.
[He then resumes his horrible singing and dancing. This goes on for a few minutes, Hanna never seeming to realize that everybody can see this.]
Hanna is in complete effect of the curse. His room looks exactly the same as it normally does, but Hanna in full 80's fashion mode, looking suspiciously at home in an oversized pinstripe suit, a skinny pink tie, and checkered Vans sneakers. His hair is slicked back, the gel visible, and his normal glasses have been replaced by a large pair of oversized blue sunglasses. Nothing he's wearing seems to match, and he looks like an idiot. Not just because of his clothes, however. Oh no, what makes Hanna really look like an idiot is what he appears to be doing.
Hanna seems to be spastically flailing, jumping around and waving his arms with no sense of rhythm or reason for any of this. The only indication of what he's doing comes from the boombox on the floor, music pouring out of it.
Hanna's attempting to dance to his favorite band in the world, Queen. Oh, and he's singing. Loudly. And badly.]
BA DUM DUM DUM. Another one bites the dust!
BA DUM DUM DUM. Another one bites the dust! An another one gone and another one gone an another one bites the dust!
Ooh hey, I'm gonna getcha too, another one bites the dust!
God, I love Queen. Freddy Mercury, you will never be not awesome.
[He then resumes his horrible singing and dancing. This goes on for a few minutes, Hanna never seeming to realize that everybody can see this.]
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I'll do whatever you want! Promise!
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...Well, then what DO you want me to do?
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You had me freaking out for nothing then!!
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...but it's ok, because you're my friend and I'm slow.
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...I swear that made more sense in my head.
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I just wouldn't wanna be one.
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