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@djgreeniscool
hey! its dj green, the coolest dj around! dj green's tumblr is the place to be! he can talk to all of his friends, and be cool! remember, piracy is never a victimless crime!
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Note: This phenomenon has been assigned to a different PR Team.
The agents assigned to DJ Green (Code Names):
Senior Agent: Beethoven
Mozart
Strozzi
Brahms
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soup of the broccoli variety
dj green has a buddy named Broccoli!
-dj green
beautiful conversations happening on twitter
YOOO DJ GREEN THOUGHTS ON UNIONS [does back of flip]
marriage is sacred.
[gives DJ Green a NON PIRATED version of DK Banaza]
game on!!!
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Doing a little dance in my cage
[DJ Green breakdances in solidarity.]
A man shows up, he looks far too tired and far too bitter to be the age that he is but alas having Agrona as a coworker does that to you
[The front desk of the lobby is, contrary to expectations, empty. Whomever is supposed to be manning it has left a mess of papers behind. A monitor turned towards the lobby suddenly flickers on, and an AI greets you. ]
Welcome to the Phenomena Research Facility. How may I assist you today?
-SAI
it’s Angel i’m here to drop off more specimens
[The AI pauses, as if it is processing those words.]
Ah, yes. I am afraid you will have to deliver them yourself. I do not have my pair of hands with me. He is occupied.
[A chart briefly blinks on the screen.]
I have found a team with available space. Go to the third floor, lab 12.
-SAI
[he sighs not mad just tired] alright [him and his drop off team head up]
[Up to floor 3 and to lab 12, a look inside reveals an...interesting sight. There are four people, three in lab coats, one without, all doing various things. One is watching a boiling tar-black substance in a fume hood, one is eating m&ms in the corner, and the one without a labcoat is speaking to a weird green alien in a cell. One of them, wearing a yellow-faded and torn coat, is unscrewing a cap of some chemical bottle.]
[some of the newer agents look bewildered Angel doesn’t skip a beat he’s used to this by now] Crescent got you all new specimens to observe we don’t have the current room for them [he mutters to himself] fucking budget cuts
[Beethoven pops what appears to be painkillers from the bottle into his mouth and then walks over. He eyes Angel for a moment before speaking. This man looks... so tired, at such a young age.] So Cresent's sending them over to us? Hah, we're either their best bet or their cleanup crew.
[he shrugs] this is the only place that will take them we don’t have much of a choice [upon further inspection he seems rather thin too busy to eat perhaps, and he’s armed mostly with rubber bullets he seems like a man who has backup plans for his backup plans]
[Beethoven doesn't know if he should ask about this man's appearance. It reminds him of how he used to be, years ago, before time made him care less instead of caring more than he should. Though, he suspects Angel has already reached that point. He knows what the things they deal with can do to some people... He hopes it takes a while to reach that bright-eyed Strozzi, or that nonchalant Mozart, or that peacefully quiet Brahms. Beethoven huffs a laugh, though its hollow.] This line of work, am I right?
[he cracks a small smile and its like looking in a mirror] yeah… is there anything else you need any security issues?
[Beethoven thinks, then sighs, when he remembers a certain Problem...] Well, I think one of yours has broken into PR.. Argona has decided that we're her new entertainment.
[he’s suddenly alert instinctively checking over Strozzi] what? did she have anyone with her or was it just her?
She didn't go for Strozzi, thank g-...gods? Anyway, she was alone, but she did attack me... I think. -Beethoven [Strozzi, unaware, is playing with DJ Green with the plushies that were kindly donated.] -Strozzi
fuck she- [he looks over at Strozzi] should we discuss this somewhere else?
The team needs to hear about this, too. Guys, over here!
[Strozzi, Brahms, and Mozart look up, all at different paces. They walk over to stand around Beethoven.] What's up? [Mozart asks.]
A man shows up, he looks far too tired and far too bitter to be the age that he is but alas having Agrona as a coworker does that to you
[The front desk of the lobby is, contrary to expectations, empty. Whomever is supposed to be manning it has left a mess of papers behind. A monitor turned towards the lobby suddenly flickers on, and an AI greets you. ]
Welcome to the Phenomena Research Facility. How may I assist you today?
-SAI
it’s Angel i’m here to drop off more specimens
[The AI pauses, as if it is processing those words.]
Ah, yes. I am afraid you will have to deliver them yourself. I do not have my pair of hands with me. He is occupied.
[A chart briefly blinks on the screen.]
I have found a team with available space. Go to the third floor, lab 12.
-SAI
[he sighs not mad just tired] alright [him and his drop off team head up]
[Up to floor 3 and to lab 12, a look inside reveals an...interesting sight. There are four people, three in lab coats, one without, all doing various things. One is watching a boiling tar-black substance in a fume hood, one is eating m&ms in the corner, and the one without a labcoat is speaking to a weird green alien in a cell. One of them, wearing a yellow-faded and torn coat, is unscrewing a cap of some chemical bottle.]
[some of the newer agents look bewildered Angel doesn’t skip a beat he’s used to this by now] Crescent got you all new specimens to observe we don’t have the current room for them [he mutters to himself] fucking budget cuts
[Beethoven pops what appears to be painkillers from the bottle into his mouth and then walks over. He eyes Angel for a moment before speaking. This man looks... so tired, at such a young age.] So Cresent's sending them over to us? Hah, we're either their best bet or their cleanup crew.
[he shrugs] this is the only place that will take them we don’t have much of a choice [upon further inspection he seems rather thin too busy to eat perhaps, and he’s armed mostly with rubber bullets he seems like a man who has backup plans for his backup plans]
[Beethoven doesn't know if he should ask about this man's appearance. It reminds him of how he used to be, years ago, before time made him care less instead of caring more than he should. Though, he suspects Angel has already reached that point. He knows what the things they deal with can do to some people... He hopes it takes a while to reach that bright-eyed Strozzi, or that nonchalant Mozart, or that peacefully quiet Brahms. Beethoven huffs a laugh, though its hollow.] This line of work, am I right?
[he cracks a small smile and its like looking in a mirror] yeah… is there anything else you need any security issues?
[Beethoven thinks, then sighs, when he remembers a certain Problem...] Well, I think one of yours has broken into PR.. Argona has decided that we're her new entertainment.
[he’s suddenly alert instinctively checking over Strozzi] what? did she have anyone with her or was it just her?
She didn't go for Strozzi, thank g-...gods? Anyway, she was alone, but she did attack me... I think. -Beethoven [Strozzi, unaware, is playing with DJ Green with the plushies that were kindly donated.] -Strozzi
GIVES A SILLY PLUSH TO DJ GREEN
dl green loves getting gifts from his friends and his fans! thank you!
A man shows up, he looks far too tired and far too bitter to be the age that he is but alas having Agrona as a coworker does that to you
[The front desk of the lobby is, contrary to expectations, empty. Whomever is supposed to be manning it has left a mess of papers behind. A monitor turned towards the lobby suddenly flickers on, and an AI greets you. ]
Welcome to the Phenomena Research Facility. How may I assist you today?
-SAI
it’s Angel i’m here to drop off more specimens
[The AI pauses, as if it is processing those words.]
Ah, yes. I am afraid you will have to deliver them yourself. I do not have my pair of hands with me. He is occupied.
[A chart briefly blinks on the screen.]
I have found a team with available space. Go to the third floor, lab 12.
-SAI
[he sighs not mad just tired] alright [him and his drop off team head up]
[Up to floor 3 and to lab 12, a look inside reveals an...interesting sight. There are four people, three in lab coats, one without, all doing various things. One is watching a boiling tar-black substance in a fume hood, one is eating m&ms in the corner, and the one without a labcoat is speaking to a weird green alien in a cell. One of them, wearing a yellow-faded and torn coat, is unscrewing a cap of some chemical bottle.]
[some of the newer agents look bewildered Angel doesn’t skip a beat he’s used to this by now] Crescent got you all new specimens to observe we don’t have the current room for them [he mutters to himself] fucking budget cuts
[Beethoven pops what appears to be painkillers from the bottle into his mouth and then walks over. He eyes Angel for a moment before speaking. This man looks... so tired, at such a young age.] So Cresent's sending them over to us? Hah, we're either their best bet or their cleanup crew.
[he shrugs] this is the only place that will take them we don’t have much of a choice [upon further inspection he seems rather thin too busy to eat perhaps, and he’s armed mostly with rubber bullets he seems like a man who has backup plans for his backup plans]
[Beethoven doesn't know if he should ask about this man's appearance. It reminds him of how he used to be, years ago, before time made him care less instead of caring more than he should. Though, he suspects Angel has already reached that point. He knows what the things they deal with can do to some people... He hopes it takes a while to reach that bright-eyed Strozzi, or that nonchalant Mozart, or that peacefully quiet Brahms. Beethoven huffs a laugh, though its hollow.] This line of work, am I right?
[he cracks a small smile and its like looking in a mirror] yeah… is there anything else you need any security issues?
[Beethoven thinks, then sighs, when he remembers a certain Problem...] Well, I think one of yours has broken into PR.. Argona has decided that we're her new entertainment.
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Do you like Angel?
Hard to say. Just met him. He seems like-minded, I suppose.
-Beethoven
I CAN GET HIM A LIL PLUSH TOO
I think he'd really love that! He seems lonely sometimes... -Strozzi
A man shows up, he looks far too tired and far too bitter to be the age that he is but alas having Agrona as a coworker does that to you
[The front desk of the lobby is, contrary to expectations, empty. Whomever is supposed to be manning it has left a mess of papers behind. A monitor turned towards the lobby suddenly flickers on, and an AI greets you. ]
Welcome to the Phenomena Research Facility. How may I assist you today?
-SAI
it’s Angel i’m here to drop off more specimens
[The AI pauses, as if it is processing those words.]
Ah, yes. I am afraid you will have to deliver them yourself. I do not have my pair of hands with me. He is occupied.
[A chart briefly blinks on the screen.]
I have found a team with available space. Go to the third floor, lab 12.
-SAI
[he sighs not mad just tired] alright [him and his drop off team head up]
[Up to floor 3 and to lab 12, a look inside reveals an...interesting sight. There are four people, three in lab coats, one without, all doing various things. One is watching a boiling tar-black substance in a fume hood, one is eating m&ms in the corner, and the one without a labcoat is speaking to a weird green alien in a cell. One of them, wearing a yellow-faded and torn coat, is unscrewing a cap of some chemical bottle.]
[some of the newer agents look bewildered Angel doesn’t skip a beat he’s used to this by now] Crescent got you all new specimens to observe we don’t have the current room for them [he mutters to himself] fucking budget cuts
[Beethoven pops what appears to be painkillers from the bottle into his mouth and then walks over. He eyes Angel for a moment before speaking. This man looks... so tired, at such a young age.] So Cresent's sending them over to us? Hah, we're either their best bet or their cleanup crew.
[he shrugs] this is the only place that will take them we don’t have much of a choice [upon further inspection he seems rather thin too busy to eat perhaps, and he’s armed mostly with rubber bullets he seems like a man who has backup plans for his backup plans]
[Beethoven doesn't know if he should ask about this man's appearance. It reminds him of how he used to be, years ago, before time made him care less instead of caring more than he should. Though, he suspects Angel has already reached that point. He knows what the things they deal with can do to some people... He hopes it takes a while to reach that bright-eyed Strozzi, or that nonchalant Mozart, or that peacefully quiet Brahms. Beethoven huffs a laugh, though its hollow.] This line of work, am I right?
[shows dj green a pirate]
EEK! THAT'S WIGGEDY WIGGEDY WACK!!!!!!!
GIVES STROZZI A LIL ALIEN PLUSH
Aww thanks! Such a cute little guy! It kinda looks like DJ Green, haha! I know this is for me, but his cell looks kinda...empty, I wonder if he would like it? -Strozzi
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Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
what happened to the old pr team
They either got fired or reassigned. The higherups didn't really say. Either way, the little dj dude is in good hands.
-Mozart
A man shows up, he looks far too tired and far too bitter to be the age that he is but alas having Agrona as a coworker does that to you
[The front desk of the lobby is, contrary to expectations, empty. Whomever is supposed to be manning it has left a mess of papers behind. A monitor turned towards the lobby suddenly flickers on, and an AI greets you. ]
Welcome to the Phenomena Research Facility. How may I assist you today?
-SAI
it’s Angel i’m here to drop off more specimens
[The AI pauses, as if it is processing those words.]
Ah, yes. I am afraid you will have to deliver them yourself. I do not have my pair of hands with me. He is occupied.
[A chart briefly blinks on the screen.]
I have found a team with available space. Go to the third floor, lab 12.
-SAI
[he sighs not mad just tired] alright [him and his drop off team head up]
[Up to floor 3 and to lab 12, a look inside reveals an...interesting sight. There are four people, three in lab coats, one without, all doing various things. One is watching a boiling tar-black substance in a fume hood, one is eating m&ms in the corner, and the one without a labcoat is speaking to a weird green alien in a cell. One of them, wearing a yellow-faded and torn coat, is unscrewing a cap of some chemical bottle.]
[some of the newer agents look bewildered Angel doesn’t skip a beat he’s used to this by now] Crescent got you all new specimens to observe we don’t have the current room for them [he mutters to himself] fucking budget cuts
[Beethoven pops what appears to be painkillers from the bottle into his mouth and then walks over. He eyes Angel for a moment before speaking. This man looks... so tired, at such a young age.] So Cresent's sending them over to us? Hah, we're either their best bet or their cleanup crew.
