I could enter on me own! I ‘ave got an extensive ‘istory wiv music, right, I’ll ‘ave you know! Right! We used to do radio, you see, right, an’ I were a big ‘elp.
An’ England loses on purpose, right, so I’d beat ‘im!
[ … Well, this seems okay now. He brings out his hands once more, to cross over his chest this time, with his paper-thin smile tugging into a wide, toothy grin to match. ]
… But I spose it’s proper to send ‘umans. I ‘ave got enough. Prince James could do good too, right, I reckon! I’d just ‘ave to round up any talented ‘umans ‘oo knew ‘oo I were. And you do the same, and, right, bam! Eurovision entry.
[ He nods, as if agreeing with himself, before going a touch quieter and shrugging. ]
An’, aye, apologies back n’ forth.
Hvad? ‘e loses on purpose? …Yer kiddin’ me, right? What’uh dumbass. But, ‘ey. ‘f ya got what ya need t’ compete, ya should give ‘t’uh shot. ‘m sure ya could definitely whup some major ass ‘f ya got int’ it.
-Christopher scratches through his hair, shifting his weight from one hip to the other as he stands, just leaning slightly more towards the left than the right now.-
Well, what else would ya send? Zoo ‘nimals? …’less ya mean sendin’ one ‘v our kind, then yeah, sendin’ humans might be better. But would they really be able t’ tell th’ difference?
‘ve got plenty ‘v talented people ‘n m’ neighborhood… ‘m sure I could round ‘p’uh great act fer Eurovision ‘f I could even fuckin’ enter. ‘d have’uh good chance ‘t winnin’ I think, with th’way some ‘v m’ people can sing ‘n dance ‘n shit.