“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times: you don’t need to say the motto.”
“But boss! How are they gonna know who we are?”
“We don’t WANT them to know who you are! You’re CRIMINALS!”
omg I’m going to be watching this Pokémon musical all evening;;
Giovanni’s first song from Act 1 Part 2 (above):
GIOVANNI:
It seems imperceptible
to those not in control
just how vexatious
it is to be boss.
The money is good,
the prestige insurmountable.
Still, the amount of bull
I come across.
It would be enough to make any man furious,
trying to be courteous
when they get smart.
While, deep inside, lies a secret
that’s dangerous.
Always containing it,
I play the part.
Dialogue.
GIOVANNI:
Are you sure of it?
‘Cause your job and your life
are at stake.
So you’d best be sure of it,
or I’ll feed you to Arbok, my snake
by mistake. Therefore,
lest I misconceive you,
merely nod if you recall
what I’m trusting you believe you saw
a Pikachu who refused to get in it’s Pokéball?
Well, what have you got?
That’s what I thought.
Dialogue.
GIOVANNI:
It’s not that I’m ruthless,
just ever since youth tested
constantly, struggling just
to get by.
Raised by my mother,
and loved by no other,
I still hear the whisper of
her lullaby.
GIOVANNI’S MOM:
Hush now, my sweet child.
Slip into slumber, drift into dreams.
Forget the pains of the day a while,
for, come tomorrow, you will hear the
screams of the people crushed
under your feet as you rise into infamy.
Master the masses, and mask
any sympathy.
Listen my child to the song that I sing,
one day, my child, you will be king.
Dialogue
GIOVANNI:
It seems imperceptible to those not in control
just how vexatious – it is to be boss.
Pokemon BW2 OST - Ņ̦͔͕̯͕̲͍͉̈́̇͢ͅ’̝̤̞ͮ̅ͬ̍ͬ̏̎ͥs̗̯͓̣̩̫̞ͫ̀͘ͅ ̜̦̩̪̜̖̌͋̓̔ͬ͆̓͋͞ͅT͎̟̙̠̮̻̀ͫͪ̂͒͟o̞̹̬̹͉̠͇̰̲͆̽y̹͔̱̭̝̱̝̓ͨ ̪͓͕͇̞̀ͩͩ͒̓͡Ȑ̨̦͇̩̰͆ͭ̈́̆͆ͮ̂ͥ́ȍ͖͉̳͔̟̫̏̄̓ͤ̇̾̃̆͠͝o̸̯͉̣̿̀̐̈́̒ͯ͆m͈͍̩̭̖͎͓͈̍͛̆ͣ͠
Ah yes, the new version of N’s Room. It has all the charming dissonance of a broken-down ice cream truck mixed with the haunting polytones of a Numbers Station’s interval signal. In other words… NOPE NOOOOOOOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE
cries
((Move over, Lavender Town.
…Reblogging because relevant.))
Well, I like it better.
