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[there's audio before there's video so...have a nasally voice filtering through the communicator]
Now let's see...I think I press this button to open it up…
[and the video fizzles in...sideways. Doofenshmirtz has his hands on his hips, and he's far too close to the camera, glaring at it.]
Boy, even the Inators I order over the internet are easier to work than this thing. [he rubs his chin for a moment] Oh well. [he takes a step back and glances around the wooded area he seems to have found himself in] Hmm...not very good location for an evil lair either, but it'll have to do for now. At least I can get some mood lighting—
[and with that, he disappears from view. There's a crash, the sound of many things spilling out from a backpack and a yelp of pain, followed by angry muttering in what might be German, before Doofenshmirtz reappears, walking across the screen with his unzipped sleeping back and a couple towels. He slings them over a very low-hanging branch (perhaps about waist-height,) draping them so they seem to block out most of the light. While he’s doing this, a Bidoof moves into view to watch him in his project. Doofenshmirtz then moves out of the frame again, and there’s more sounds of rummaging around…before a hand appears to pick the camera up. There’s a large thumb blocking most of the view, but he seems to be moving inside the makeshift fort?
Once entering said fort, the picture goes fairly dark. There’s only a small sliver of light in the upper right corner. A moment later, he’s flicking on a flashlight and holding it just below the sight of the camera and down near his chin, lighting his face a bit eerily]
Ha! There. Much better. Now that I have the mood lighting, I am ready to make my broadcast. Now to turn this thing on…[to his credit, when he scoots in a little closer to the camera, you can’t really tell that it’s a badly-made fort. Not to mention said “mood lighting” is throwing some creepy shadows across his face, especially when he leans in to examine the camera. He squints, fiddling with the buttons a bit, before he leans back a bit in surprise] What? Already recording? [Doofenshmirtz frowns, scratching his head. He hasn’t yet figured out that the picture is sideways. He smiles, a bit, though it’s a lopsided grin at best] It must’ve come on just now! Yes. That’s it. [clearly this is the answer, and he clears his throat, scooting back a touch from the camera.
He spreads his hands with a sweeping gesture, eyes widening in what looks like maniacal glee. Combined with the mood lighting, it actually could be a off-putting, if not just a little disturbing, if not for the earlier ridiculous display.]
Greetings, citizens! I am Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, founder of Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated and evil scientist extraordinaire. Your think Team Rocket is bad, well...wait until they meet me! I have almost successfully taken over the entire Tri-State Area dozens of times using inventions created by my own hand (mostly)! The only reason I have not yet succeeded is thanks to my nemesis, Perry the Platypus. [Doofenshmirtz steeples his fingers for a moment, looking rather displeased at the thought of his nemesis for a moment, before his expression changes back to almost maniac glee, and he leans into the camera] But there’s no Perry the Platypus here to stop me, is there?
[he leans back a moment to contemplate that] At least, not that I know of.
[but anyway, leaning back into the camera now] So it should be no trouble to conquer the entire Kanto Region! Prepare for a new era to begin. Get ready for the reign of...
Doctor!
Heinz!
Doofenshmirtz!
[With this proclamation, he swings both arms out and upward to go with a cackle of maniacal laughter. Unfortunately, he didn’t calculate the complete lack of space he has, and one of his hands knocks hard against the side of the sleeping bag. It starts to slide a bit, slowly, before toppling down, bringing the rest of the fort down around his head. There’s a squawk from Doofenshmirtz, along with some flailing. The picture goes dark, and there’s probably some muffled shouting that filters through before the feed cuts]
Now let's see...I think I press this button to open it up…
[and the video fizzles in...sideways. Doofenshmirtz has his hands on his hips, and he's far too close to the camera, glaring at it.]
Boy, even the Inators I order over the internet are easier to work than this thing. [he rubs his chin for a moment] Oh well. [he takes a step back and glances around the wooded area he seems to have found himself in] Hmm...not very good location for an evil lair either, but it'll have to do for now. At least I can get some mood lighting—
[and with that, he disappears from view. There's a crash, the sound of many things spilling out from a backpack and a yelp of pain, followed by angry muttering in what might be German, before Doofenshmirtz reappears, walking across the screen with his unzipped sleeping back and a couple towels. He slings them over a very low-hanging branch (perhaps about waist-height,) draping them so they seem to block out most of the light. While he’s doing this, a Bidoof moves into view to watch him in his project. Doofenshmirtz then moves out of the frame again, and there’s more sounds of rummaging around…before a hand appears to pick the camera up. There’s a large thumb blocking most of the view, but he seems to be moving inside the makeshift fort?
Once entering said fort, the picture goes fairly dark. There’s only a small sliver of light in the upper right corner. A moment later, he’s flicking on a flashlight and holding it just below the sight of the camera and down near his chin, lighting his face a bit eerily]
Ha! There. Much better. Now that I have the mood lighting, I am ready to make my broadcast. Now to turn this thing on…[to his credit, when he scoots in a little closer to the camera, you can’t really tell that it’s a badly-made fort. Not to mention said “mood lighting” is throwing some creepy shadows across his face, especially when he leans in to examine the camera. He squints, fiddling with the buttons a bit, before he leans back a bit in surprise] What? Already recording? [Doofenshmirtz frowns, scratching his head. He hasn’t yet figured out that the picture is sideways. He smiles, a bit, though it’s a lopsided grin at best] It must’ve come on just now! Yes. That’s it. [clearly this is the answer, and he clears his throat, scooting back a touch from the camera.
He spreads his hands with a sweeping gesture, eyes widening in what looks like maniacal glee. Combined with the mood lighting, it actually could be a off-putting, if not just a little disturbing, if not for the earlier ridiculous display.]
Greetings, citizens! I am Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, founder of Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated and evil scientist extraordinaire. Your think Team Rocket is bad, well...wait until they meet me! I have almost successfully taken over the entire Tri-State Area dozens of times using inventions created by my own hand (mostly)! The only reason I have not yet succeeded is thanks to my nemesis, Perry the Platypus. [Doofenshmirtz steeples his fingers for a moment, looking rather displeased at the thought of his nemesis for a moment, before his expression changes back to almost maniac glee, and he leans into the camera] But there’s no Perry the Platypus here to stop me, is there?
[he leans back a moment to contemplate that] At least, not that I know of.
[but anyway, leaning back into the camera now] So it should be no trouble to conquer the entire Kanto Region! Prepare for a new era to begin. Get ready for the reign of...
Doctor!
Heinz!
Doofenshmirtz!
[With this proclamation, he swings both arms out and upward to go with a cackle of maniacal laughter. Unfortunately, he didn’t calculate the complete lack of space he has, and one of his hands knocks hard against the side of the sleeping bag. It starts to slide a bit, slowly, before toppling down, bringing the rest of the fort down around his head. There’s a squawk from Doofenshmirtz, along with some flailing. The picture goes dark, and there’s probably some muffled shouting that filters through before the feed cuts]