*Warf's POV*
"Good evening ladies and gentleman and all configurations of being my name is Wilford Warfstache and tonight I bring you an exclusive interview which should be very interesting. I'd like to welcome my special guest, a silent Irish man from the past Jameson Jackson!" I start. "Top of the mornin',to ye laddies! I'm Jameson Jackson!" Jameson mouthed silently. "So JJ, can I call you JJ? Tell us a bit about yourself" I say. "Um...well I'm one of Jacksepticeye's egos. I'm one of the youngest despite bein' from the past. Anti always sayin' people think its hard ta understand me cuz my old-timey talk. Dunno what he's goin' on about tho" JJ says.
"No idea friend. I understand you fine. Love the bow tie by the way. So, what's it like being part of the loudest Irish man ever but being completely silent?" I ask. He just shrugs in response. "...ok do you ever wish you could make noise?" I ask. "I suppose sometimes it'd be nice to have my voice be workin' nice but I don't know 'bout it" JJ replies. "What do you think you'd sound like?" I ask. "Like Jack?" He kinda questions.
"Oh come on. Each of you sound at least a bit different" I state. "I might sound a bit like playin' a record I suppose. With my 'old-timey' speak. Still some Irish talk soundin' tho" he says with a shrug. "You ever think the doctors could make it happen?" I ask curiously. He shrinks back a bit. "Not really wantin' to be around them to much. Like them some sharp stuff. Not really trustin' them with my voice either........no offence guys!" He says rather quickly. "You don't like sharp objects?" I ask. "Always a little scared Anti might get a bit stab crazy again an' kill me" he says shyly.
"What about guns and other...weapons" I say. "Nooo guns are loud. I'm not one for loud noises. Can handle my brothers tho. They always quiet a bit around me. Guess they know I don' like the noise" he says. "And how do you feel about violence?" I ask. He backs a bit further away. "Not a fan...so why'd you agree to do this interview.... I assume you know some thing about me from Mark's videos?" I ask. "Not really one for watchin' videos. But ya my brothers we're tellin' me ta be careful 'round you" he explains. I nod. "Mind if I ask my own questions a bit?" He asks. "I suppose I could answer something." I reply.
"You seem like you ain't to bad but they tellin' me to be careful. Why's that for?" He asks. "Well I can be quite dangerous I suppose. I've hurt some people pretty bad....but don't worry. I wouldn't hurt you unless you deserved it Sly" I say. ".....how would I deserve bein' hurt?" He asks hesitantly. "From what I know about you.. You couldn't do a thing that could deserve me hurtin' you" I say honestly. "So ye wouldn't ever hurt me? Ye sayin' we can be friends?" He asks. ".....I suppose that wouldn't be to bad....but I'm sure if you really get to know be you won't really wanna be friends" I say.
"Judgin' me a bit quickly huh Charlie?" He asks. I shrug. "Shouldn't be so fast te judge. Thought ye were a 'great journalist' 'least that's what I hear" he says. "Good point Sly. So you really think ya wanna be my friend then?" I ask. "Yes. You seem to understand what I'm sayin' quite well. Almost better than my brothers. I been lookin' for someone like that" he say. "If you say so" I mutter.
