Meeting the Rock-afire Explosion

Hello, as promised I am back from Orlando, Florida to tell you about my time and also post pictures of animatronics and stuff like that. Thus far I have two videos on my channel regarding my trip, but fear not because there are plenty more to come. I just have to edit them and stuff. We had a lot more footage; Jacob accidentally deleted it and we are also recovering a lot of footage that was corrupted. (Thank God for file recovery programs.) I shall post the videos below:

The hotel was extremely fancy, we didn’t know but it was like a five star hotel and the only people that were there were: rich old people, young girls with their sugar daddies, and twenty year old whinny girls whose rich parents bought them a vacation. So yeah, not one person was nice there. People in Detroit were so much nicer than people in downtown Orlando. It was still a nice place to stay, though, even though 9/10 people were stuck up.

Downtown Orlando is a scary place. People always tell you that Florida inhabits nice old retired couples and families on vacation. But the truth of Orlando is very far from that. It’s like the city of party animals. (At least the downtown area is). Seriously, there’s clubs and bars and cigar shops and that’s pretty much it. Help.

We went to this burger place and the guys working there looked so creepy that I actually didn’t even order anything (though I did eat off of Jacob’s plate . . . because I was that hungry, okay?!)

Putting all of that aside, let’s just focus on the main reason why we travelled down there in the first place: (and FYI, the weather in Orlando was the exact same weather that we have during the summertime here in Canada. There was literally no difference.) TO SEE THE ROCK-AFIRE EXPLOSION! And it was amazing. If you ask me what my fave part of the entire experience was (other than my skit), well, here you go:

I’m obsessed with the Wolf Pack 5, which is the band that came before the Rock-afire Explosion. The lead female vocalist, Mini Mozzarella, is my all time favourite. She may even be my favourite animatronic, period. She’s cute, gorgeous, beautiful, sweet . . . The list could go on and on. But they were being sold, a video was put up in March about them being dragged out from their crates that they lived in since 1980. It was a sad moment for me, knowing that they were going to be sold and I wouldn’t get to see Mini at my tour. “If only we had gone months earlier.” I had told Jacob. “She’s not going to be there . . . why would Aaron sell them?!” I had said. She was my fave, and I wouldn’t get to meet her, and that was a devastating thing for me. So on August 14, it was a cold rainy day in Orlando. We walk into Creative Engineering, and what’s the very first thing that I see? MINI FUCKING MOZZARELLA. (Excuse my language. It was just a very happy time for me.) Of course I fanned my face excitedly, ran over to her and grabbed some pics. It’s an awkward moment when a robotic mouse is much hotter than you are. And she was naked, but that was okay. But still, I got to see her and the rest of the WP5! That was good luck on me, because they were supposed to be sold back in June but the guy that bought them got arrested. So, score.