have you seen my laptop?

He pulled up the hurdy gurdy and I just went, "He WOULD have that, huh?"

"How many verses is this?" "Twelve." Nervously double-checks video length

So the PC was exchanged for the hurdy gurdy, but the knowledge of how to play it was exchanged for Brian's knowledge of what a computer is.

My favorite detail in this video is when the two start harmonizing at the end, Karen singing the story alongside Brian. When she sings about the things Brian did with the wizard, she speaks in the second or third person, while Brian speaks in first person ("he/I granted the wizard", "it pained you/me to part"). But when addressing the laptop itself using possessive pronouns, they BOTH say "With a flourish he vanished along with my tome", conveying that Brian wants to paint this as his dramatic, tragic trade of a dear personal affect, while Karen wants to remind us that he totally just snatched and sold off her laptop without any sort of permission.

“I impulse bought this hurdy gurdy and now I have to justify this purchase” is written all over this video.

Karen: Where's my laptop? Guy who's been cursed to always forget what a laptop is the second he stops looking at one: Haha, what?

remember when bdg tried to convince ppl he was never a theatre kid

Major props to her, she actually did get it through context

the old man didn't take the laptop, he took Brian's knowledge of laptops. Because Brian forgot what a laptop is, he just left the odd dinner tray at the restaurant.

Karen is brilliant in the role of "sane person trying to live with BDG."

Keep in mind, wikipedia is fully aware of this video, and has had to take measures to keep bdg off their list of hurdy gurdy musicians, PURELY because this entire fanbase added him so much

He's watching birds on the computer... He's just watching birds.... He likes watching birds...

"Brian Wants To Show Everyone His Hurdy Gurdy: The Video"

Give us all 12 verses, Brian. Don’t be a coward.

Brian: It's a long story Karen: That's fine Karen: visibly realizes it's not fine

He didn't "pawn it off", he "bequeathed it to a wizard". There's a big difference. ... sure, the wizard worked at a pawn shop, but the location was mere circumstance!

Paladin: I cant find my shield, hey bard have you seen it? Bard:

Im sorry but I'm gonna need an extended version of this with all twelve verses

my eight month old LOVES this video, like, it completely transfixes him to a weird extent so what im saying is please post the other eleven verses of this song because we’ve played this video about six times in a row just now to calm him down for his nap💀

Come gather round and I'll tell you a tale! A tale of a night very much like the one tonight. The rain pelted cruelly, the wind tore my hood, as I ran through the wood to my homestead. When I saw in the clearing, a figure was stood, beckoning as if I were awaited. He was dressed like a pauper, his beard was a mess. And he stood 'hind a chair in the grove. In front was a table with black velvet dress, in which an intricate pattern was wove. On the near side, the table had one other chair, pulled away as if I were to sit. The figure was waiting, he waved at the air, and a mystical runage was writ. Said the runage, "I wait for the one who would trade what he loves for what he may yet earn." But as soon as I read it, the runage had fade, and its meaning I yet had to learn. I was late for my supper, the food would be good, so I tried to ignore the one there. For I thought he'd ignore me, but he never would. So he gestured toward his second chair. "What you wish," quoth the wizard, by what runage had said, "Is a method to tell of your life! Tell of gladness, of sorrow, of your unbought bed! And you never again will know strife." "That I do," I then offered as yet my first cry, "And I've fruitlessly sought one before. You must know of the videos I made." His reply: "On the 'Polygon' channel of yore." "A solution have I," said the wizard of fate, as he pulled back the velvet sheet. "You must write down a song, which you'll then orchestrate with a verse structure that you repeat." And there on the table, an instrument lay, one that had such a gift to give! And I knew I must have it 'fore I went my way were I ever to truly live. Then he looked at my knapsack, asked what it contained, and I pulled out a metal scroll. When the wizard had seen it, his face became pained. It was clear I would soon pay a toll. "Now you know," said the wizard, "What price you must pay to gain the reward you seek! You must trade me a treasure that's of commensurate or greater value than the suggested retail price of this mystical, ancient antique." So I granted the wizard a book forged in chrome, though it pained me to part, and regret filled my mind. With a flourish, he vanished along with my tome leaving naught but this hurdy behind. Leaving naught but this gurdy behind.