muffled loony tunes intensifies [Video]

[steamboatkilly]

[The feed comes on in fits and starts, brief flashes of static and the occasional burst of noise, shuffling mostly. Eventually the whole thing comes together and the first thing anybody gets is a screen full of blue feathers. Whoops. Looks like somebody's still trying to work the Omegawatch.

After a couple more seconds, the mass of fuzz moves away to reveal a tiny bird in a dress. Y'know, in case everything seemed coherent to you so far.]


Boss. Hey, Boss! We're on!

Wuzzat? Well gimme the watch, ya overgrown featherduster!

[The view shifts again, this time to everybody's favorite rabble-rousing cyborg lounging one one of the Omegabase's many leather couches and snacking on something crunchy and unidentifiable. She is, as always, sporting a tremendous shit-eating grin.]

Howdy do, Omegafreaks! Seein' as how I helped ya sadsacks with that transmitter junk-


And you woulda helped a whole lot more if it weren't for those dorks, right boss?

Shut it! [Ahem hem. Going against the usual Peacock form, she actually takes a second to compose herself before going on.]

Aaaanyhow, since I did my part in smashin' up those chumpbots, figgered I'd go ahead an' introduce myself. The name's Peacock. Y'know, like the bird? And I, ah, [She pauses momentarily to drag out an enormous list from somewhere behind her back.] I like cartoons, junk food, long walks on the beach, and bustin' heads! So if any'a you meatballs wanna throw down, ya know where to find me.

[She crosses her legs and keeps munching on... whatever that is, while the feed keeps running. And running. And running. Until...]

Izzat all, boss?

Wha--? Of course that's all! Whaddaya think I'm pausin' for effect?! Turn it off before I go over an' do it myself, nimrod!

[And just like that, the whole thing clicks off.]