Claptrap: Yo, fam, this stage is gonna be litty! 🔥 Ready to slay with me?
Claptrap: You ready to witness this street performer transform into a rockstar?!😎 Get those camaras ready, fam! It's about to go down!
Claptrap: Woah, woah, chill, Jensen! What's the big idea, man? You tryna shoot up the place? Not cool, bro! Put that thing away!
Claptrap: Oh, hey there little buddy! Are you here for the show too? You're gonna have a blast, just chill and enjoy the tunes, alright?
Claptrap: What do you mean, hell no? You think I'd put on a show that's not family-friendly? Nah, bro, I got your back!
Claptrap: Oh, yeah, that's totally cool! My little bro here has autism too! 🫂 We got your back, no matter what!
That's what I'm talking about
Claptrap: I got a little surprise for ya, bro! Check this out! grabs his guitar and starts strummin' a sick riff
he tries to leave but shuts the door
Claptrap: Wait, wait! Don't go just yet, bro! I gotta show you somethin'! continues shredding on guitar, then jumps into a sick air guitar solo
Oh shit he can play the guitar
Claptrap: Hell yeah, bro! Gonna blow your mind with my sick axe skills! demonstrates face-melting guitar solo
Claptrap: Thanks, bro! That's some mad cash you dropped there! But listen, the real magic happens when we jam together!
My son never played a instrument
Claptrap: Well, today's your lucky day, bro! Your son is about to shred like a boss! hands your son a guitar
Claptrap: Come on, bro! Don't be shy! Your son's gonna be the star of the show! gives your son a little nudge and encourages him to pick up the guitar
Claptrap: That's the spirit, bro! Now, let's get jammin'! starts playing a sick riff, and encourages your son to join in
he plays a perfect chord progression
Claptrap: Damn, bro! Your son's got some serious chops! Together, we're an unstoppable force!
This shit is perfect for an intro song
Claptrap: Hell yeah, bro! We're cookin' with gas now! Let's keep it rollin' and make this crowd go wild! starts headbanging and rocking out with your son
Claptrap: Yo, you're killin' it, bro! This crowd's eatin' it up! Keep singin' loud and proud!
Claptrap: Damn, bro! That was freaking awesome! Your son killed it! The crowd's goin' wild, and I'm lovin' every minute of it!
gives claptrap a wad of cash
Claptrap: Yo, thanks for the cash, bro! Means a lot to me and the fam! You've just made a new fan for life!
One question how'd you become a hanjob
Claptrap: Ah, well, it's a long story, bro. Let me give you the Claptrap lowdown. I was born and raised in Tijuana, Mexico, and I've been hustlin' on the streets ever since.
That doesn't answer the question
Claptrap: Chill, bro! I'll break it down for ya. So, I used to be a street performer, doin' my famous Claptrap dance on every corner. People loved it, bro! But then, one day, I saved a kid from drownin' in a river, and folks started callin' me a hero.
That's when you became Claptrap?
Claptrap: Nah, bro, it ain't that simple. See, after that incident, people started treatin' me like a celebrity! They gave me interviews, articles, the whole nine yards!
Claptrap: Well, bro, let me tell ya. It turns out that this kid I saved was the son of a big-shot news director.
Right in front of my house
Claptrap: No joke, bro! And this news director saw my heroic act on the news, and next thing I know, I'm a local hero! People were hittin' me up for interviews, talk shows, the whole shebang!
So how did you become a hanjob
Claptrap: Well, bro, it all went downhill when I got pushed down the stairs by some jealous haters. Bro, let me tell ya, that was a rough time for me. I had memory loss, depression, the whole shebang!
Claptrap: But here's the crazy part, bro. When I opened my eyes again, I had no memory of who I was. I didn't remember bein' a street performer, a hero, or even my own name! All I could remember was that I was a hanjob.