(scene opens on an packed auditorium)
VLADIMIR: Wow... I didn't expect a full house on opening night...
CHIBI VLADIMIR: Wike the movie thayd... if you write it, they will come...
V: That's not exactly... aw hell, forget it... I don't really have any huge skit prepared, because I really didn't think anyone the thread even existed until mid-week or so... but I suppose I do owe you something... so... (dashes backstage... emerges in full "Moulin Rouge" drag... starts doing the can-can)
CV: Hhh. We're twying to entertain thethe people, not put them in therapy... (aside) I pwomithe you... we'll be fuwwy operational next week... but until then, enjoy the snappy patter and cruel commentary that only we can give you. (deep bow... watches V shake hir moneymaker for all the world to see) Now if you need me, I'll be backthage, puking in the big guy'th shoeth.
The opening is technically a bit of a bait-and-switch, but do you hear me complaining? Love the opening theme and the doll motif.
Okay, did anybody else get a chance to read that?
I just threw up in my mouth a little...
A raid on a temple? What, were they selling good luck scrolls without a license? Oh, wait... never mind...
In what will be the first of many such occasions, Aramaki saves the government from disaster... and saves the audience from listening to all that bureaucratic b-tching and moaning.
Taken hostage by geisha-bots? How humiliating is that?
Mary Elizabeth McGlynn (a. k. a. Julia, Jagara, Helba, Nuriko, Cassandra) gives us another top-drawer performance...
Roll call! Batou! Togusa! Ishikawa! Saito! Hazu! Bulma! Yamcha! Chi-chi... wait... she said, “Boma”...
Of course the geishas aren’t holding out for better wages, you twit. They would have gone through their union. You don’t mess with the International Sisterhood of Sexbots!
(enter fancreature mode) Did you see that? How they went all rainbow and shimmery and then went invisible? It was f-ckin’ awesome!
Robotic geisha contortionist wrestling... wasn’t this a “Banzai” segment?
Just because the team is taking on robots doesn’t mean there won’t be plenty of gore.
And you thought you were hot sh-t in a champagne class because you managed to hacked your high school’s server. But could you blow up a computer by remote?
“One male confirmed dead from head trauma.” I think the fact that his head’s been cracked open like a cantaloupe was her first clue.
Nobody thought to question what was in the funny suitcase? If the lieutenant suspected something, why didn’t she saw so?
This scene on the highway reminded me of “The Running Man”, and not just because of the title…
Those of us familiar with the GITS universe know that the Tachikomas are unreliable and fickle little buggers.
The guy blanked out his brain. He’s kind of like a suicide bomber, only… you know… cleaner.
April 14, 2030… this situation must be intense if they made Motoko come in on a Sunday… which may explain why she’s “dressed down”… but not really.
Togusa, you’ll recall, is the most organic member of the team, and technically the weakest. He’s also a family man, so he also has the most to lose. No wonder he feels the need for target practice.
“How are the grandchildren?” All in rehab, juvey, and the littlest one ran off to Okinawa with some gaijin twice her age… but thanks for asking.
Where’d Ishikawa come from just now?
Maybe that secretary wasn’t attacked after all. Maybe her brain exploded from the sight of a middle-aged salaryman jacking into the body of a geisha… oy gevalt, I just made that sound twice as bad as it actually was…
So this is what Motoko meant when she mentioned Togusa’s special talents… but what exactly did he just do, and how… it kinda reminded me of Miho Karasuma from WHR…
So that dead guy we saw earlier was actually the perp, who somehow ripped out the victim’s brain-box, put it inside his own head, and masqueraded as the victim… how times have changed.
Ha! And you can’t even read the dingdamned file! You dumb 5chmuck!
“Thanks for saving me… what can I do for you?” You can start by gettin’ those hands up, brain-boy! This is a bust!
It’s just a mechanical brain, but it’s still gross as all hell.
Micro-machines? How can a bunch of tiny little cars help her regain her brain function?
All bow before the power of Aramaki and his bureaucracy-fu.
As expected, the ending theme kicks serious azz.