Fandom Radio :: Tuesday, September 26th.
Wednesday, September 26th, 2007 12:46 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Jeff: Hello everyone! This is Scary Jeff Murdock and Turtle Wexler on the radio and everything, I hope you've all had a good day and voted for Turtle and everything! Unless you weren't a sophomore, then you could vote for Turtle but I doubt it would've made much of a difference. Still, we value your patronage!
Turtle: *with a whimper* I hate waiting. Waiting is awful. Why do they make you wait? Um, thank you everyone who did vote for me, I really appreciate it! Every vote counts....Why do they make you wait, oh man, oh man, oh man....Breathe, Wexler, breathe. Deep breaths. Oh God....
Jeff: Turtle, it'll be okay, you're an excellent candidate, I bet they all voted for you and we've got to do radio!
Turtle: *deep breath* Right. Radio. Radio's important. You get voted into radio. We got voted into radio, so there's no reason why...Oh, God! What if I used up my getting voted into stuff....STUFF?
( One Anxious Turtle + Alcohol = Role Reversal )
Turtle: ...the rum is gone. Why is the rum gone?
Jeff: 'Cos you've had a quarter of a bottle and you're going to pass out and then the radio squirrels will draw things on your face and I like your face the way it is, there's a lot of it and it should go undrawn on.
Turtle: Nuh-uh! I had lots more than a quarter, Jeff! Like....two eighteenths more than a quarter, and that's a lot!
Jeff: We need to get you home now, this entire station smells of rum, you might absorb more and implode and I don't want you to implode, Turtle, you've got far too many eyes and faces and everything, let's go!
Turtle: But we have nore mo-- Wait. No we don't. They're gone, too. Awww....Jeff?
Jeff: ...Don't slap me.
Turtle: I wasn't going to! I'd never! I just...had a question.
Jeff: ...What?
Turtle: Help me back--- Oof. Ow. Cra--
*CLICK*
Turtle: *with a whimper* I hate waiting. Waiting is awful. Why do they make you wait? Um, thank you everyone who did vote for me, I really appreciate it! Every vote counts....Why do they make you wait, oh man, oh man, oh man....Breathe, Wexler, breathe. Deep breaths. Oh God....
Jeff: Turtle, it'll be okay, you're an excellent candidate, I bet they all voted for you and we've got to do radio!
Turtle: *deep breath* Right. Radio. Radio's important. You get voted into radio. We got voted into radio, so there's no reason why...Oh, God! What if I used up my getting voted into stuff....STUFF?
( One Anxious Turtle + Alcohol = Role Reversal )
Turtle: ...the rum is gone. Why is the rum gone?
Jeff: 'Cos you've had a quarter of a bottle and you're going to pass out and then the radio squirrels will draw things on your face and I like your face the way it is, there's a lot of it and it should go undrawn on.
Turtle: Nuh-uh! I had lots more than a quarter, Jeff! Like....two eighteenths more than a quarter, and that's a lot!
Jeff: We need to get you home now, this entire station smells of rum, you might absorb more and implode and I don't want you to implode, Turtle, you've got far too many eyes and faces and everything, let's go!
Turtle: But we have nore mo-- Wait. No we don't. They're gone, too. Awww....Jeff?
Jeff: ...Don't slap me.
Turtle: I wasn't going to! I'd never! I just...had a question.
Jeff: ...What?
Turtle: Help me back--- Oof. Ow. Cra--
*CLICK*