Blogathon 2003

Vidicon:  [unaware that camera is rolling, leaning uneasily against the front of his desk and swilling coffee in a Max Headroom mug] I can't believe this %#@!&%#! is working. This is, like, my worst show ever. I was better in the cartoons, even.

Max:  [poorly digitized chuckling] Look on the bright side. When when when all this is over, you'll have another thing you can X out on your résumé and pretend is classified.

Vidicon:  I'm gonna end up on the other side of this mug when they catch up with me. That's what's gonna happen....

Max:  [digitized stuttering] D-d-d-d-on't worry your little nappy head about it, d-d-d-d-doodoodood! I'll have your back!

Vidicon:  Right. But they'll have my ass.

Max:  Stop worrying. Cue the music-k-k! k!

Vidicon:  It's not time for that yet. The band's in three different counties.

Max:  Pshaw! This-this-this-this is the Internet, man! All things are possible!

Vidicon:  Even a band taking the stage early? What the hell are you smoking?!

Max:  [sighing] It's a lov-lov-lov It's a lov-lov It's a lovely dream, though, isn't it?

Vidicon:  Wanker. Just keep the video streaming.

Max:  [saluting] Aye-aye, Captain! [muttering] prima-preem-preem-prima donna. Donna.