Alright, standard legal stuff so I don't get sued. _
I don't own Trigun. I will never own Trigun. Ever. Despite my best efforts, the rights to Trigun will forever elude me. THERE! That's my little moment of self-deprecation. Happy now? I thought so. Well then, on with the madness!
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Trigun: Way Too Far Behind the Scenes
Yes, this is Trigun behind the scenes. Way behind the scenes. Probably too far behind the scenes for your own good. Consider yourself warned.
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First thing's first: We had to interview Legato. We hoped this would be one of the easier interviews. He was pretty mellow by comparison, though not without his odd little quirks. Okay, odd BIG quirks. We found that we were actually quite mistaken. His interview took two attempts. The first attempt… well… it shouldn't even really count as an interview, but here it is anyway.
Legato's Interview: First Attempt
We found Legato's dressing room easily enough. It was located appropriately between Dominique's and E.G. Mine's dressing rooms. We knocked, and at first there was no response. We knocked again, and I heard some faint stirring. Pressing my ear against the door, I could hear muffled giggling, or something like that. I couldn't quite tell if it was giggling or screaming. With a quick nod to Logan, the cameraman, I opened the door and took a bold step through it, prepared to be the hero if need be. The collective population of the room froze. Legato, from what I could tell, had been prancing around, giggling giddily, in nothing but a pair of sky-blue boxer shorts with Knives's face printed all over them, while simultaneously waving a hotdog about in his right hand and trying to force his entire left hand into his mouth. There was a long, extremely uncomfortable silence as Legato was stopped in mid-prance to stare at us. We responded in kind, by staring, rather wide-eyed, at him. Words weren't necessary. Everything was said with our eyes. I turned on my heel and left, closing the door behind me. Logan scuffled after, blinking rather rapidly, still struggling to register what just happened.
"We'll come back," I muttered as we walked briskly down the hall. He jogged up alongside me.
"Uh… dude… what just hap…" he began.
"We'll… come… back," I repeated, interrupting him rather forcefully.
Indeed, it seemed we had our work cut out for us.
I don't own Trigun. I will never own Trigun. Ever. Despite my best efforts, the rights to Trigun will forever elude me. THERE! That's my little moment of self-deprecation. Happy now? I thought so. Well then, on with the madness!
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Trigun: Way Too Far Behind the Scenes
Yes, this is Trigun behind the scenes. Way behind the scenes. Probably too far behind the scenes for your own good. Consider yourself warned.
______________________________________
First thing's first: We had to interview Legato. We hoped this would be one of the easier interviews. He was pretty mellow by comparison, though not without his odd little quirks. Okay, odd BIG quirks. We found that we were actually quite mistaken. His interview took two attempts. The first attempt… well… it shouldn't even really count as an interview, but here it is anyway.
Legato's Interview: First Attempt
We found Legato's dressing room easily enough. It was located appropriately between Dominique's and E.G. Mine's dressing rooms. We knocked, and at first there was no response. We knocked again, and I heard some faint stirring. Pressing my ear against the door, I could hear muffled giggling, or something like that. I couldn't quite tell if it was giggling or screaming. With a quick nod to Logan, the cameraman, I opened the door and took a bold step through it, prepared to be the hero if need be. The collective population of the room froze. Legato, from what I could tell, had been prancing around, giggling giddily, in nothing but a pair of sky-blue boxer shorts with Knives's face printed all over them, while simultaneously waving a hotdog about in his right hand and trying to force his entire left hand into his mouth. There was a long, extremely uncomfortable silence as Legato was stopped in mid-prance to stare at us. We responded in kind, by staring, rather wide-eyed, at him. Words weren't necessary. Everything was said with our eyes. I turned on my heel and left, closing the door behind me. Logan scuffled after, blinking rather rapidly, still struggling to register what just happened.
"We'll come back," I muttered as we walked briskly down the hall. He jogged up alongside me.
"Uh… dude… what just hap…" he began.
"We'll… come… back," I repeated, interrupting him rather forcefully.
Indeed, it seemed we had our work cut out for us.