[ Evening. Here is Bro Strider again with a very important announcement. It's pretty important, considering the guy is actually wearing something that is fucking formal looking. His typically spiked, platinum hair is combed neatly and swept to the side, and he is lacking his hat. The light is low.. and.. was a bouquet of flowers..? Yeah, that's right— looks like red roses.
Don't worry. He's not trying to seduce you... I don't think. (??????) ]Yo.
Valentine's Day is right 'round the corner. That means absolute bullshit to me other than the fact that business
boomed back home for me at this time of year.
Jesus fucking dicksacks.
Do people got nothin' better to do on Valentine's Day besides fucking each other? Pretty fitting. I ain't complainin' too much if it brings in the Benjamin Franklins for me, but for real.
[ He lowers his pointed shades for a moment just to wink. Oh, so that's his eye color. It's a really unusual orange. ] Been workin' on some stuff in my spare time. Like
this—
this— not to mention
this.
[ As he says each item, he holds them up with the most vacant expression, peering over each item then tossing it aside. Yeah, you're right. This was the guy a few weeks ago who was hunting for a fist to fist fight... and now he's displaying risque looking clothing. ] Other various things I probably shouldn't show on the public network even though ya'll would get a kick outta'm.
Contact me for any more information.
By the way— anybody got any information on the brothels 'round here? Any information at all is helpful.
Got my own reasons why.
[ With that, he gently takes one of the roses and bites the stem, holding it in his mouth for a moment before cutting the video.
Listen, it could have been worse. He almost wore some of his items and put himself on display. ]