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"Hello!" Robbie greets with a big smile, waving to the camera.
"Yeah, wassup." Rex says, after glancing at Robbie.
"Uh, my name is Robbie. And um," He glances at Rex, "Well right now I'm about to do my video profile for The Slap."
"Just do it, man." Rex looks at him.
"There's nothing wrong with me explaining what I'm about to do before I do it." He emphasizes.
"Yeah, there is."
"Rex!" Robbie exclaims.
"When a person uses the restroom, they just use the restroom. They don't sit down and say 'Hey everybody! Look at me, here I go! I'm about to use the restroom!'"
"I don't think that using the restroom is even remotely similar to what I'm do--" He stresses, before stopping. He closes his mouth, scowling before getting up from the lunch table, holding Rex.
"Where are we going?" Rex asks, out of the camera's view.
"Just sit over here." Robbie sighs.
"What? You giving me a time out?"
"No! I just would like to finish my video profile ALONE."
"You said I could participate!" Rex exclaims.
"I changed my mind."
"But what if I said I wasn't going to slap you in the head and then I went and did this." Rex trails off before a slapping noise is heard.
"Ow!"
"I'm lactose intolerant. That means that I don't drink milk or consume any dairy products." Robbie says, sitting at a lunch table, in front of Festus food truck.
He unclasps his hands, shifting on the bench. "I go to Hollywood Arts High school, here in LA." He smiles, gesturing around him.
"Why do I go to Hollywood Arts? I go to Hollywood Arts because I like to act, I like to.. dance, and I like to sing. So.. I thought I give you a little y'know uh impromptu example of those three things. Acting, dancing and singing." He lists.
"Acting." He says, before leaning closer to the camera, "This is a scene about a dad and a baby who can talk. I'll be playing both the role of dad and baby who can talk." He explains.
"Boboo! Did you eat all the mayonnaise!?" Robbie asks, yelling.
"No, daddy, I-- I didn't eat all the mayonnaise! I- I'm a good boy!" Robbie replies, using a high squeaky voice, sitting on the other side of the table.
"Well, the jar of mayonnaise was full when I left the house!" He points at him.
"Okay.. daddy I- I did eat all the mayonnaise!"
"I knew it!" He yells, glowering.
"Okay..." Robbie grins, "That wasn't a uh real acting scene, It was sorta just improving.. I was just uh.. being playful!" He exclaims, gesturing with his arms.
"Next! Dancing!"
"Uh here is a little song uh I wrote when I first started playing the guitar. I was so so little, and I don't know.. just kinda set the tone for my future songs." He says, sitting at the lunch table with guitar and harmonica. He looks down, getting ready to play. "So, here we go.. ready." He mumbles.
He strums the guitar, playing the harmonica for a bit before looking at the camera, smiling. "Hey guys! You want to hear a song from Robbie!" He grins, "Okay! Just listen You can play with a balloon, you can lick a rubber band, you can eat a tasty spoon, you can slap your mother's friend. You wanna pet a frog, it's as easy as a log. Just take your handddd and rubs the frog's head, yeah!"
"Find a frog at your local pond and rub it's head! Girl you gotta rub that frog's head!"
"Rub that froggy's head!" He exclaims, before playing his harmonica again, and strumming his guitar.
"Rubs a frog's head... Headdd!"
"This has been my video profile." Robbie says, before taking a sip of his drink. "Soy milk." He smiles.
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