Telling a story without a narrator voice

[Silent Snob]

Let's do some story-telling together, without using a narrator voice. Why? Just because. Please feel free to continue and jump right in with what ever you feel inclined to tell. I start with this:


"You're drinking wine. I can tell by the way you argue."

"So? Is that illegal?"

"No. You just sound silly when you do that."

"I have no other meds. That's why."

"Want some meds?"

"Why would I?"

"To sound less silly, maybe?"

"Nah...wine is cheap, tasty and works best for me."

"It's so old-school. I mean drinking."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Like I said. It's so old-school. And old-school is boring. It just sucks."

"You want me to tell you what I think is boring and sucks, dear?"

"Nah. That would be far too boring."

---

"So...you're an alcoholic?"

"No. By no means of the definition of that term."

"That's what they all say, the alcoholics."

"Okay. Then I am. Now what?"

"Okay. I see. You need training. Do what I tell you. I'm a pro."

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"Look, it's not that smart to run around and save all kinds of moronic creeps."

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"You're in the army now."

"That makes me have a tune in my head, Sir."

"You're a soldier! Stop that!"

"I'll try. But you have to give me a better tune in order to do so, Sir!"

"Think!"

"Sir, okay, Sir! Now I have a better tune "running around in my brain."

"No-no-no-no! Wrong song! Try this: I wish some brain would fall from the sky."

"Sir, yes, Sir! I have heard that phrase before too. It goes like this....."

............



Farin Urlaub Racing Team - iDisco (Offizielles Video)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wU1Dr5Vj_w

[Silent Snob]

"Boredome isn't such a bad thing, Snob. It's what basically all of Stanley Kubric's movies are all about."

"Nah. You're wrong. Nobody knows what Stanley was up to."

"Anyway. Why not just let it go?"

"What?"

"All of this. Being a member of some club and such. Why not leave it alone?"

"I'm bored. I need something to carry me through."

"Being an alcoholic isn't good enough anymore?"

"I'm not an alcoholic!"

"See?! That's what I mean. You need more potent stuff to get through your day, babe. Just sayin'..."

"Nah, that would even bore me more. Leave me alone with your hyperspace-crap, Marty."

"I'm just offering an option, Snob."

"Boredome rocks!"

"Ah! Come on. Not really."

"Whadaya wanna bet?"

"Please don't come at me like this, Snobby. You know I'm not into gaming."

"Boy! Since when is that the case? You need my assistence right now? Looks as if you're about to...."

"Nah, I don't need you for my kinda thing. I'm not an idiot. I can take care of myself."

"Sandwich?"

"What kind?"

"Old gouda with french mustard, mushrooms and girkins."

"Why not. Alternative?"

"Spanking you."

---

"Terrence McKenna is a creep, Snob. I'm an expert. I know what I'm doing."

"Ah! Come on, Marty. Please don't be more silly than I can stand. And I can stand a lot of sill nowerdays."

"I'm the most, the best, the only hyperspace-cowbody in town who also knows what non-duality is all about. Like totally."

"I'm not sure if you read too many books, have met the wrong people, or if you're just freakin' downright crazy, Marty."

"I have a job!"

"What does that even mean?"

"It means I get paid for that shit. What about you?"

"I'm just some regular creep. Nothing can harm me because I have the jobel-diploma."

"Yeah, bragg on, Snobby."

"I'm blond, vain and collected. You cant' beat that."

[Fireball]

"Billanja"? Is that you?

[Silent Snob]

"I'm sorry I'm not a navy-seal."

"Ah! Come on, Marty! You're happy you didn't engage in stuff like that ever."

"I think I'm a bit of a sissy because of that. I think I need to wear at least a suit made by Don Armani."

"I think so too."

"Really? You're a betrayer of hippies nowerdays, Snobby?"

"Yes. I'm a snob. I don't talk about the substances and the experieces I had when and where  I took them because imma "big girl now" and  that kinda lingo you are using would damage my reputation and my credibility. Like totally."

"Sounds reasonable."

"That's just because Sam Harris is my spirit-animal."

"Judas!"

---

"Listen, Marty. I never had a guy who was in the army untill I did and he was my last boyfriend."

"And? What was the difference?"

"He had a huge ...."

"So?"

"He had a lot of problems. Maybe it's because he was just in the Bundeswehr."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"He wasn't a pro. It was his duty, kinda sorta. That's what it means."

"What ever that means."

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

'So, did you hear about this telling-a-story-without-a-narrator-voice thingy?'

'Yup, even read some of it.'

'And...?'

'And I think that, literarily, it's about as effective as underwater yodeling.'

Boru

[Silent Snob]

"Yodeling is an art. Dudes and dudettes from the Swizz are doing it. They and those damn bavarians."

"Yes. And we from the North just mumble. We have no mountains. That's why."

"That's sad."

"Sadness it our badge of honor when we hear yogelers."

"At least Thor has some kind of emotion. I'm glad to hear that."

"Let's not talk about it, Marty. It makes me freud."

"Ohh, please. Nobody wants you to feel that arendt, Snobby."

"Sometimes I feel so nietzsche. But I try to harris it."

---

'So, did you hear about this telling-a-story-without-a-narrator-voice thingy?'

'Yup, even read some of it.'

'And...?'

'And I think that, literarily, it's about as effective as underwater yodeling.'

"Yeah. I think it's some sort of self-censorship."

"Whadaya mean?"

"I think it's schizophrena on steroids. Like, mo meds, mo mercy."

"What does that even mean?"

"What it says. Batshit crazy."

"But there is some....some...something...I..."

"Nah, just eat an apple and you'll be fine."