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holdingacatThe show opens fairly standardly, with a story about the attack on the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Fun Arcade Complex by the city deep below the earth in the pin retrieval area behind Lane Five. Nothing too unusual - there's information about the ruined birthday party, and the armed militia, and the impending doom and destruction...
Hang on a bit.
And a bit about Carlos. Carlos, who has gone to investigate the city deep below the earth in the pin retrieval area of Lane Five, saying someone ought to get to the bottom of this, someone had to. Oh, his poor, brave Carlos!
...
Evidently that last bit actually made it onto the air. Oops. He rambles on about how utterly awful the Apache Tracker is while he considers what to do about that. It is, after all, true, if a bit premature and painfully optimistic to call Carlos his at this juncture...
He shrugs, ignores the bewildered flailing of intern Chad, and plows on with describing hislove favorite scientist. Might as well, at this point, and it was definitely newsworthy.
"... perfect of stature and bearing, perfect of tone and taut, and time having fixed what the barbarous barber Telly so treacherously snipped away, perfect of hair." He rambles, propping his chin on his hands to better dreamily describe the most gorgeous man in the world. There's a slow, steady thumping coming from the control booth, but he can't be bothered with the hysterics of interns at this point.
Eventually he finds himself reminding his listeners that there is to be a small ceremony tonight, commemorating the one-year survival of their scientists (of his scientist). It's a big deal, after all - outsiders don't tend to do well here, for the obvious reasons.
"However, it looks like he will be…
delayed."
Cecil takes a deep breath, settling himself. Calm. He will be calm.
"But I am not worried. I am not upset. I know that Carlos will be here for the ceremony. I have the trophy, here, in my hand.
...
That's... calm. Right? Err.
Hang on a bit.
And a bit about Carlos. Carlos, who has gone to investigate the city deep below the earth in the pin retrieval area of Lane Five, saying someone ought to get to the bottom of this, someone had to. Oh, his poor, brave Carlos!
...
Evidently that last bit actually made it onto the air. Oops. He rambles on about how utterly awful the Apache Tracker is while he considers what to do about that. It is, after all, true, if a bit premature and painfully optimistic to call Carlos his at this juncture...
He shrugs, ignores the bewildered flailing of intern Chad, and plows on with describing his
"... perfect of stature and bearing, perfect of tone and taut, and time having fixed what the barbarous barber Telly so treacherously snipped away, perfect of hair." He rambles, propping his chin on his hands to better dreamily describe the most gorgeous man in the world. There's a slow, steady thumping coming from the control booth, but he can't be bothered with the hysterics of interns at this point.
Eventually he finds himself reminding his listeners that there is to be a small ceremony tonight, commemorating the one-year survival of their scientists (of his scientist). It's a big deal, after all - outsiders don't tend to do well here, for the obvious reasons.
"However, it looks like he will be…
delayed."
Cecil takes a deep breath, settling himself. Calm. He will be calm.
"But I am not worried. I am not upset. I know that Carlos will be here for the ceremony. I have the trophy, here, in my hand.
...
That's... calm. Right? Err.
