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Nene Momosuzu plays Minecraft. Original stream: • 【スパチャ読めねえ】✨怒りのハードコア生活!1death 1アボカド✨【ホロライブ/... Nene's channel: / @momosuzunene Last time in the Description Box! Camp Counselor Nene took four children on a hike and got them lost and then abandoned them. Shuba and the Captain had a sausage fight and the Elite tried to swim in lava. *** “Omae! No, I will not be your ‘first mate’. I am an idol, okay? An idol. Perhaps you’ve heard of such a thing shubashubashuba?” “Idol, huh?” The Captain flipped up her eye-patch showing a fully-functional eye underneath. She squinted at Shuba like a jeweler trying to discern whether a diamond was false or not. “W-what?” “Idol, huh? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a duck.” Shuba stopped waddling and let out a quack of outrage. “I am not a duck! I am a beautiful girl.” The Captain reached into her pocket and drew out some bread crumbs. She scattered them on the forest floor. “SHUBASHUBASHUBA.” We stood watching, waiting until she had hoovered up every last crumb. When she finally did and realized what she had done, a tide of embarrassment rose from her toes and tinged her face red like a boiled lobster and she sputtered a few times before any words would come out. “B-baka! It’s not like I like to eat bread crumbs off the dirty forest floor without using my hands, baka omae!” “You just couldn’t help yourself,” said the Captain, nodding with sympathy and understanding. “Y-yes! I couldn’t help it!” “Cause you’re a duck.” “Yes! Wait! No!” “It’s okay, Shuba.” The Captain crept over and placed a hand around Shuba’s shoulder in a well-practiced motion. “I something of an animal myself,” she whispered into Shuba’s ear. Visible steam rose from her head and she stuttered all the more. “Tell me, do you quack like a duck when you f–” It was at this point I put down my popcorn and jumped out of my beanbag chair. “Hey! Keep it PG or Youtube will shadow-ban me.” They both turned to look at me as if they had forgotten I was there. “Oh, sorry. I had forgotten you were there,” said the Captain. She placed a thoughtful finger to her chin. “Who are you again?” “I’m the author of this story.” They shared a look. “The what?” they asked at the same time. “The story. I write one for every clip I make.” They shared another, more concerned look. “Clip?” “Yeah. I edit segments of other peoples’ content and share it on the internet.” Shuba bent over double and began retching. The Captain looked at me as if she were seeing crime scene photos. “I’m into some stuff, but that’s…” The Captain trailed off. She wouldn’t look me in the face. A silence, thick like oatmeal, settled on us then. No one knew what to say. No one knew how to make things right again. Then we heard screaming coming from somewhere deep in the woods. “Hear that?” asked the Captain. “Sounds like Camp Counselor Nene.” “Sounds like she’s in trouble! Let’s hurry!” said Shuba. “It’s just a hobby… You guys don’t have to be so judgy…” ‘“If we do the Idol Step, we can get there twice as fast!” said Shuba, ignoring me. The Captain licked her index finger and drew it across her left eyebrow which then glinted as if a tiny mirror had caught the light for a split second. “Leave it to me.” She set herself like an Olympic ice skater, primed at the starting block, braced for the sound of the pistol shot that would mark the start of the race. She turned and looked at me. I’ll never forget what she said. “Watch this.” A lazy leaf fluttered from above and landed softly on the earth. The Captain was off, moving horribly like an octopus on PCP. She undulated through the woods like a marionette stringed by a ventriloquist with Parkinson's. Three minutes later, when she had gone ten feet, there was a horrible snap. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! MY ANKLES!” The screams of the Captain became more and more dim as we sped through the woods in search of Camp Counselor Nene. TO BE CONTINUED So anyway. I’ve been subscribed to Nene’s channel for about eight months now. I highly recommend it. Here’s the link: / @momosuzunene You won’t regret it ;)