The 'Z' rated one looks promising... 'questionable morals', eh? I bet it's porn.
[With a far too broad smile, Azamat was looking up at the various choices with a critical eye. These ratings were pure gibberish to him, but considering how Cerealia was (wonderfully, he might add) geared towards the carnal and inappropriate, he was going to take a wild guess and presume that most, if not all, was going to either be gory or porny or, hopefully, both]
Oh, but what if they try to do a fake out! It'll obviously be 'My Petite Equestrian Experience!' But that'll be bold of 'em, tossing in some bestiality like that...
[This man is clearly disturbed]
b; Theatre V
[He had chosen unwisely.
Instead of a movie that he imagined to be a porny rendition of 'Hills Have Eyes', he was greeted with a puke-worthy, feel good film that made him want to shrivel up in his seat. This was something his sister would torment him with, if she could have stomached in knowing she ordered its production. It was a little disorientating though, seeing all his happy memories spliced between the squeaky clean goodness of the film. They were, er, inappropriate for this type of setting]
Damn it, where's the porn!?
[Beyond frustrated, Azamat threw his bag of popcorn towards the screen. Popcorn sailed everywhere, scattering over the seats before him in a mad, sticky toffee flurry. He only realised his folly a split second later when he was smacked upside the head by a wooden paddle, its wielder a filthy mouthed robot calling him, of all things, a dirty slut! Well, how rude!]
Gah! Hey! Paddling isn't free! [Launching from his seat, Azamat picked up the robot with a war cry, holding it over his head in a show of inhuman strength, the poor robot ineffectively brandishing its paddle to the ceiling] Take this you friggin' PG-fiiiiiiiiiilm~!
[And like the popcorn, the robot followed suit. Those sitting in the front row, please duck]
Azamat "Matthew" | Original Character
The 'Z' rated one looks promising... 'questionable morals', eh? I bet it's porn.
[With a far too broad smile, Azamat was looking up at the various choices with a critical eye. These ratings were pure gibberish to him, but considering how Cerealia was (wonderfully, he might add) geared towards the carnal and inappropriate, he was going to take a wild guess and presume that most, if not all, was going to either be gory or porny or, hopefully, both]
Oh, but what if they try to do a fake out! It'll obviously be 'My Petite Equestrian Experience!' But that'll be bold of 'em, tossing in some bestiality like that...
[This man is clearly disturbed]
b; Theatre V
[He had chosen unwisely.
Instead of a movie that he imagined to be a porny rendition of 'Hills Have Eyes', he was greeted with a puke-worthy, feel good film that made him want to shrivel up in his seat. This was something his sister would torment him with, if she could have stomached in knowing she ordered its production. It was a little disorientating though, seeing all his happy memories spliced between the squeaky clean goodness of the film. They were, er, inappropriate for this type of setting]
Damn it, where's the porn!?
[Beyond frustrated, Azamat threw his bag of popcorn towards the screen. Popcorn sailed everywhere, scattering over the seats before him in a mad, sticky toffee flurry. He only realised his folly a split second later when he was smacked upside the head by a wooden paddle, its wielder a filthy mouthed robot calling him, of all things, a dirty slut! Well, how rude!]
Gah! Hey! Paddling isn't free! [Launching from his seat, Azamat picked up the robot with a war cry, holding it over his head in a show of inhuman strength, the poor robot ineffectively brandishing its paddle to the ceiling] Take this you friggin' PG-fiiiiiiiiiilm~!
[And like the popcorn, the robot followed suit. Those sitting in the front row, please duck]