WAY cool item.. Great scripts here are most of them.
You give your crate a shove that sends it crashing over on its side, dumping everything inside onto the ground. (With stuff inside)
You give your crate a shove that sends it crashing over on its side. It sulkily stands up and totters back to your side. (Empty)
The antique faewood crate yawns its lid widely, somehow managing to look bored.
The lid of a battered antique faewood crate snaps open and closed with a hollow thump, providing a bass beat in time to the rapid staccato tapping of its wooden legs. As the percussion performance draws to a close, the crate looks around expectantly. Waiting for applause?
A battered antique faewood crate trundles around Leff on its wobbly wooden legs. The irregular tapping sounds like one of its legs is gimped.
The antique faewood crate turns to face a passing bird, and suddenly bolts off after it, lid snapping furiously.
The antique faewood crate snaps its lid viciously at the cougar. Satisfied that dominance has been established, the crate trots smugly back to stand behind you.
A battered antique faewood crate waddles over to the Furrowfoot disk and examines it. The crate's lid opens slightly, and the ornamental scrollwork along its lid manages to convey a contemptuous sneer.
Brian Fantana: No, she gets a special cologne... It's called Sex Panther by Odeon. It's illegal in nine countries... Yep, it's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good.
Ron Burgundy: It's quite pungent.
Brian Fantana: Oh yeah.
Ron Burgundy: It's a formidable scent... It stings the nostrils. In a good way.
Brian Fantana: Yep.
Ron Burgundy: Brian, I'm gonna be honest with you, that smells like pure gasoline.
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Originally Posted by Kranar
