I've written myself a bunch of missing transcripts for machinimas 3-10-11-12-13-14-15, plus the three IGF shorts. I'd like to put them on my Italian website, but I need your help to "fill in the gaps" and/or to review the text, which could be wrong. Thanks in advance to all the brave genuine american/english forum posters! :p
A PAINSTAKING SEARCH
MAX: Hey Sam, this place reminds me of something!
SAM: It should, little buddy. This was the scene of our last adventure.
MAX: The one where we painted dinosaurs like trucks and ended'em in a ******* demolition-derby?
SAM: That never really happened, moron. We haven't seen a dinosaur in over a year!
MAX: Really? That long?
SAM: I was referring to our ********* capture of the terrifying manipulative and scandalously dressed villain from our previous case!
MAX: You mean the guy whose breath had a refreshing aroma of swiss cheese and sardines, right? But what we're doing here?
SAM: It seems that in the midst of the freaks (?) with that dastardly devil I've managed to misplace the keys of our office. I was hoping we could find said keys by carefully and painstakingly retracing our steps.
MAX: Or we could just kick the office door!
SAM: Well, I guess our work here is done.
MAX: Do you think I'd look good in bell-bottoms, Sam?
SAM: Only if you wear them on your head.
MAX: What did you think I meant?
MAX: Missed! H4!
SAM: Hit. Crap! You sent my *******!
MAX: They provoked me. Was ******* on board?
SAM: You'll pay for this, you unscrupulous weasel! I'm launching my anfibious attack squadrons against your electroplasma brigade!
MAX: Oh yeah? I'll counter by sending my diuretic shaolin monkeys to combat your not-so-secret secret housemade batallion!
SAM: Fiend! You've forced me to unleash my legal team!
MAX: Phoney hydrocrusaders strike force!
SAM: Cybernetic commandos wallabies!
MAX: Steroid umbrella parashoot accountants!
SAM: Mothers against responsible parading (pirating?)
MAX: Fine. Let's see how they hold up against a full-scale nuclear assault!
SAM: Ah. Wow! That was great! We should have got you elected president a long time ago! These simulations are amazing!
SUPERBALL: Sir, the ********** are here. They'd like a word.
MAX: How about "veranda"? I've always enjoyed that one.
THE TEAPOT DRONE SCANDAL
BUTTERFLY: Whitehouse, Agent Butterfly speaking. Yes, mr. President. Matter of National Security? You know you can count on me, sir. I'm always ready to - yes? - I'm afraid I don't copy sir - can you repeat that? That's not really in my job description, sir. But - yes - yes, sir. I understand. Stand by.
I'm a little teapot short and stout,
here's my handle, here's my spout,
when I get all steamed up then I shout:
"Tip me over and pour me out!"
Yes sir, I'm doing the ********. Yes, you can - no, I wasn't aware of that, sir. Surveillance cameras on this phone were not operational. Yes - I could do it again if you - yes, sir, certainly sir. I'll have the agency send a replacement as soon as possible.
MAX: No matter how ***** jaded I become, I never get tired of that!
SAM: Squattering (?) tax dollars for your twisted amusement makes my pruny little heart sing like a ******, though I couldn't say why.
MAX: What are tax dollars?