Теория большого взрыва: Игровая зависимость - 2

Okay We're all set.

ˌoʊˈkeɪ wɪr ɔl sɛt.

Let her rip.

lɛt hər rɪp.

Hi.

haɪ.

Hey, check it out. It's just corn starch and water.

heɪ, ʧɛk ɪt aʊt. ɪts ʤɪst kɔrn stɑrʧ ənd ˈwɔtər.

They make up a non-Newtonian fluid, which is liquid, but solid under the percussive action of the speaker.

ðeɪ meɪk əp ə non-newtonian fluɪd, wɪʧ ɪz ˈlɪkwɪd, bət ˈsɑləd ˈəndər ðə pərˈkəsəv ˈækʃən əv ðə ˈspikər.

That's what makes it get all funky.

ðæts wət meɪks ɪt gɪt ɔl ˈfəŋki.

Yeah. Okay. Uh, listen, I need to talk to Sheldon.

jæ. ˌoʊˈkeɪ. ə, ˈlɪsən, aɪ nid tɪ tɔk tɪ ˈʃɛldən.

No, that's what she said, Sheldon.

noʊ, ðæts wət ʃi sɛd, ˈʃɛldən.

Okay, I bought the game, and I've been exploring the Island of Tortage. But I can't figure out how to get past the guard captain.

ˌoʊˈkeɪ, aɪ bɔt ðə geɪm, ənd aɪv bɪn ɪkˈsplɔrɪŋ ðə ˈaɪlənd əv tortage. bət aɪ kænt ˈfɪgjər aʊt haʊ tɪ gɪt pæst ðə gɑrd ˈkæptən.

Do you have the enchanted sword?

du ju hæv ðə ɛnˈʧænɪd sɔrd?

No, no, I have a bronze dagger.

noʊ, noʊ, aɪ hæv ə brɑnz ˈdægər.

You can't slay the guard captain with a bronze dagger. My lord, it's like the car key in your apartment door all over again.

ju kænt sleɪ ðə gɑrd ˈkæptən wɪθ ə brɑnz ˈdægər. maɪ lɔrd, ɪts laɪk ðə kɑr ki ɪn jʊr əˈpɑrtmənt dɔr ɔl ˈoʊvər əˈgɛn.

All right. All right. How do I get the sword?

ɔl raɪt. ɔl raɪt. haʊ du aɪ gɪt ðə sɔrd?

Well, have you been to the temple of Mitra?

wɛl, hæv ju bɪn tɪ ðə ˈtɛmpəl əv ˈmɪtrə?

Is that the place on the hill with the weird priest in front of it?

ɪz ðət ðə pleɪs ɔn ðə hɪl wɪθ ðə wɪrd prist ɪn frənt əv ɪt?

No, no, no, it's... Oh, for god's sakes, gimme.

noʊ, noʊ, noʊ, ɪts... oʊ, fər gɑdz seɪks, ˈgɪmi.

Thank you. I really appreciate this.

θæŋk ju. aɪ ˈrɪli əˈpriʃiˌeɪt ðɪs.

You're going to have to learn to do these things for yourself, Penny.

jʊr goʊɪŋ tɪ hæv tɪ lərn tɪ du ðiz θɪŋz fər ˈjɔrsɛlf, ˈpɛni.

Don't patronize me! Just get the sword!

doʊnt ˈpætrəˌnaɪz mi! ʤɪst gɪt ðə sɔrd!

What the frack?

wət ðə frack?

Beats me. They were playing all last night, too.

bits mi. ðeɪ wər pleɪɪŋ ɔl læst naɪt, tu.

It's like some kind of weird comic book crossover.

ɪts laɪk səm kaɪnd əv wɪrd ˈkɑmɪk bʊk ˈkrɔˌsoʊvər.

Like if Hulk were dating Peppermint Patty.

laɪk ɪf həlk wər ˈdeɪtɪŋ ˈpɛpərˌmɪnt ˈpæti.

I always thought Peppermint Patty was a lesbian.

aɪ ˈɔlˌweɪz θɔt ˈpɛpərˌmɪnt ˈpæti wɑz ə ˈlɛzbiən.

No, that's Marcie. Peppermint Patty's just athletic.

noʊ, ðæts ˈmɑrki. ˈpɛpərˌmɪnt ˈpætiz ʤɪst æθˈlɛtɪk.

There you go: one enchanted sword.

ðɛr ju goʊ: wən ɛnˈʧænɪd sɔrd.

All right,. Gimme, gimme, gimme. I want to kill the guard captain.

ɔl raɪt,. ˈgɪmi, ˈgɪmi, ˈgɪmi. aɪ wɔnt tɪ kɪl ðə gɑrd ˈkæptən.

That girl needs to get a life.

ðət gərl nidz tɪ gɪt ə laɪf.

No, Fritz, I need you on my flank. No, I don't know German. Flankenzei, flankenzei.

noʊ, frɪts, aɪ nid ju ɔn maɪ flæŋk. noʊ, aɪ doʊnt noʊ ˈʤərmən. flankenzei, flankenzei.

Hey, Penny.

heɪ, ˈpɛni.

Busy.

ˈbɪzi.

Yeah, I see that. Shouldn't you be at work?

jæ, aɪ si ðət. ˈʃʊdənt ju bi æt wərk?

I don't work on Mondays.

aɪ doʊnt wərk ɔn ˈmənˌdeɪz.

It's Thursday. Listen, Penny.

ɪts ˈθərzˌdeɪ. ˈlɪsən, ˈpɛni.

Queen Penelope, AFK. What?

kwin pəˈnɛləpi, afk. wət?

Okay. Here's the thing. Sometimes people, good people, they start playing these games. And they find themselves, through no fault of their own, you know, kind of addicted.

ˌoʊˈkeɪ. hɪrz ðə θɪŋ. ˈsəmˌtaɪmz ˈpipəl, gʊd ˈpipəl, ðeɪ stɑrt pleɪɪŋ ðiz geɪmz. ənd ðeɪ faɪnd ðɛmˈsɛlvz, θru noʊ fɔlt əv ðɛr oʊn, ju noʊ, kaɪnd əv əˈdɪktɪd.

Yeah, get to the point. I'm about to level up here.

jæ, gɪt tɪ ðə pɔɪnt. əm əˈbaʊt tɪ ˈlɛvəl əp hir.

It's just if a person doesn't have a sense of achievement in their real life, it's easy to lose themselves in a virtual world where they can get a false sense of accomplishment.

ɪts ʤɪst ɪf ə ˈpərsən ˈdəzənt hæv ə sɛns əv əˈʧivmənt ɪn ðɛr ril laɪf, ɪts ˈizi tɪ luz ðɛmˈsɛlvz ɪn ə ˈvərʧuəl wərld wɛr ðeɪ kən gɪt ə fɔls sɛns əv əˈkɑmplɪʃmənt.

Yeah, jabber, jabber, jabber. Okay, boys, Queen Penelope is back online.

jæ, jabber, jabber, jabber. ˌoʊˈkeɪ, bɔɪz, kwin pəˈnɛləpi ɪz bæk ˈɔnˌlaɪn.

Penny, you've got Cheetos in your hair.

ˈpɛni, juv gɑt cheetos ɪn jʊr hɛr.

Oh. Thanks.

oʊ. θæŋks.

Wow.

waʊ.

Hey, Penny. It's me again, Leonard.

heɪ, ˈpɛni. ɪts mi əˈgɛn, ˈlɛnərd.

Leonard, I said not now.

ˈlɛnərd, aɪ sɛd nɑt naʊ.

I know. I'm just a little concerned about you.

aɪ noʊ. əm ʤɪst ə ˈlɪtəl kənˈsərnd əˈbaʊt ju.

I said not now!

aɪ sɛd nɑt naʊ!

Okay, maybe later.

ˌoʊˈkeɪ, ˈmeɪbi ˈleɪtər.

Hello, fair Penny.

hɛˈloʊ, fɛr ˈpɛni.

Who are you?

hu ər ju?

It is I, Sir Howard of Wolowitz. Can I interest you in an afternoon of spirited questing followed by a flagon of ale at yon virtual tavern?

ɪt ɪz aɪ, sər haʊərd əv wolowitz. kən aɪ ˈɪntəˌrɛst ju ɪn ən ˌæftərˈnun əv ˈspɪrɪtəd questing ˈfɑloʊd baɪ ə flagon əv eɪl æt jɑn ˈvərʧuəl ˈtævərn?

Yeah, sure, why not? Oh, my god, I need help.

jæ, ʃʊr, waɪ nɑt? oʊ, maɪ gɑd, aɪ nid hɛlp.