Black Heart Billy (Comic Dub)
Project Overview
HELLO! IT IS I, CHICKEN! I'm dubbing the the comic Black Heart Billy, the story of a punk rock badass who got his head punched off and replaced with a robot head and then later he battled Hitler.
The final product will go on my YouTube channel where it could potentially be viewed by up to ~7.7 billion humans, although current projections suggest it may fall slightly short of this.
If you'd like to check out my previously completed dubs, there are links in the sidebar!
Hit me up if you have any questions or concerns. Love you.
CONTENT ADVISORY: The comic tends toward ribaldry. Expect curse words, sexual humor, several butts, cartoonish violence, some mild-to-moderately offensive stereotypes, references to drugs, and extreme punk-rock attitude. On the whole, more family friendly than a typical episode of South Park but you probably wouldn't want to share it with your mom unless she's extremely cool. Some roles have some potentially offensive language, the worst of which will be bleeped out in a comical fashion in the final product.
CAST EXPECTATIONS: I need people who can get their lines to me as soon as possible, so if you audition I will take this to mean you're able to get your lines recorded before the deadline. You won't need to do any editing of your audio if that's not your thing, although y'know bonus points if you want to chop it up by line for me. Not required. Expect a reasonable chance that I will pester you to record weird reaction noises that I didn't immediately think of. You can record your lines by yourself if you want and I'll give you notes as needed, or we can get together in a voice call and do some real-time direction if you prefer.
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The reanimated head of Jerry Garcia who was secretly a clone of Hitler and who is now possessed by the soul of Eazy-E. Voice like Eazy-E.
Yo! Jer fuhrer's back up in dis mutha-- finsta git my ray on!
Yo, you ho's been tested?
Yo, I'm out. I gots a crowd to transform. Know what I'm sayin'? I's finsta be fuhrer of a black planet.
Gramma presents herself as a sweet old kook, but in reality she's an evil maniac who's been secretly working to restore the Third Reich for decades.
She probably has a slight German accent, but it's not a requirement.
Gramma's got a lot of lines with a script weighing in at around 800 words.
BILLY! You sexy young buck, we've been waiting for you!
I told you once, Billy-- NEVER turn your back on granny!
He would spend all his time smoking pot, having sex, and playing interminable "jams" on that infernal guitar! He never paid attention to any of his Nazi lessons!
If you couldn't tell from the lines, Ol Boy's a chav and a half.
OB is featured heavily in both the first chapter and most future chapters. I plan to dub mulitple chapters, so be prepared for that if you want to play this role.
Dig me out, all park wino style! Mickey bleedin' Rourke's got nuffin' on m--BUGGER ME?!
Oi, BIlly! Yer blackouts're gettin' dafter all the toim! Oi woonta saved yer loif, oi'd known id come to vis!
So , Skeeter's gran's an old nazi scientist who brought Hitler back to loif wif the skull of Jerry Garcia......And now vey plan on turning the entoir world into zombies wif some koind of hippie ray? And vat's why we're hauling balls over there... to stop vem?
Hitler's top scientist. He has a cartoonishly strong German accent. He is later hit with a gangsta ray that makes him talk like an elderly German rapper.
ACH! VHUTCHU DOINK IN HIER?!
Bah! I am no vool, und I am not your errand boy! Ven next you require "der chronic" you vill have to vetch it yourzelf!
Ahhh zhit! OG Hermann's back up in dis mutha, vit my mind on my fuhrer und my fuhrer on my mind!
Skeeter's all punk rock. Laid back, cool, a bit snarky.
Billy, you shithead! Where the hell have you been?
Yeah, well, I hope you're right . Hey, since you're not dead, why don't you meet met at my gramma's for lunch?
Save it, screwloose. Pull up a chair and have some pimento loaf.
Okay, we're through the looking glass here, people-- we might as well save this boy!
Dammit, Tom-- this is America! We don't justify anything, we do what we damn well feel like-- and if I feel like inserting this pennyless punk kid's brain in a robot head and reattaching it to his body, then that's just what I'll do!
And afterward, I'll celebrate with a cold six-pack of Blackheart beer and anyone here with the balls to help me! Now-- let's do this!
A young Latter Day Saint sent out to save Billy's soul. Later he gets turned into a hippie.
The good lord has brought us to this door, Elder Kent, and we must prove ourselves worthy in his eyes. We must save this poor wretch's soul...
Hello, sir! We're here to help y-- YYURRRK!
Way cool, bro! Here's a flyer to the most beautiful music festival going on later today!
I imagined the narrator having a deep, twangy southern accent for some reason, but I'm open to other interpretations.
Black Heart Billy...
Soon, after a nice, long soapy shower...
Golden Gate Park, sometime later. BIlly's pal Ol Boy soaks up a few rays and a lot of King Cobra...
Concerned doctor. Kind of pompous and dramatic.
--beer! Remarkably, his brain survived for hours in it!
Are you insane, Daniel? This procedure will cost millions of taxplayer dollars! How can we possibly justify such an expense?
Okay... What the hell! [note: "What the hell" in the sense of "Let's do it"]
Extremely drunk and Irish.
Gosh'n begorrah, there's no time for sorrow! Help me today and oy'll help ye tomorrah!
Announcer at the big concert. Excited and vapid. This is all their lines.
Rock and roll will never die! Enjoy Snapple! Buy FujiFilm!
Next on stage...
...KENNY MOTHER LOV'N G!
A young Latter Day Saint sent out to save Billy's soul.
Umm, no disrespect, sir, but we're here on a mission...
Good day, ma'am! Have you ever wondered why you're going to hell?
MY BUZZ!
Literally Rodney Dangerfield. You know what he sounds like.
Ya know what kid... You're ALLLLLLLLLL RIGHT!!!
HEY EVERYBODY, WE'RE ALL GUNNA GET LAID!
History's greatest monster. A German fellow if you haven't heard of him. Austrian if you really want to quibble.
Zese two fine Aryans will continue mein legacy!
Hitler's gardener, hand-selected to father Hitler's clone.
Holy frijoles!
Jockrockers at a concert. Real hype for Nickelback.
Nickelback!
Yeah, bro!
...Word!?
Club girls, confused and uncomfortable about what they're seeing.
umm...
henhh...
A sexy nurse.
I think three spongebaths in one day is plenty, Mr. Black! Anyway, there are friends here to see you--
Oh damn! I'll have to call you back!
Umm, hello? 911? Some hippie jerk just dented my SUV!
Punk kid trying to be tough and failing.
So then this bitch was all like blah blah blah...
*frightened whimper*
Word, yo!
D'oh! [note: frightened]
Fuck'n bitches!
Ulp! [note: frightened]
Lost... So lost without you, Jerry... Sweet, sweet spirit. So, so... Lost. [note: Vaguely rhythmic as if accompanied by bongos.]
PRAISE BE! ALLFATHER GARCIA HAS RETURNED! THE ONE TRUE GOD--
Easy, brother-- All you need is a toke from the pipe of peace and a session beating out your aggression on the tribal drum...
*grunting as he's being forcefully picked up*
*yelling as he's being thrown*
Spare change for X?
Up yours, fascist punker fag!
*grunting in pain as he gets his face kicked real hard*
Strung-out hippies.
Come on, dude, spare a smoke?
...kind green buds?
*grunting and/or moaning in pain from getting beaten up*
A little strung out, a little intrigued.
...Oh my! The patchouli douche works!
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