Fandom Radio, Tuesday, September 1st

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Tybalt: Thou art aware, rodents, that, while it might seem simple to storm into one's living quarters and snatch a man away, rarely does one do such to a Capulet with impunity?

Emma: Oh for...there are rats. Everywhere. I am being herded by fuzzy rats. This is the radio station? There is something deeply disturbing about this, and if I end up with fleas, I am going to be most displeased.

Tybalt: Thee, as well? I had been beginning to fear an epidemic of some nature, until I came to the realization that the squirrels were moving me with purpose toward this particular destination. Milady, next, they shall be shoving papers at thee. 'Tis the way of these villainous beasts.

Emma: Mr. Capulet. At least there is some semblance of civilization in this hole.

...Squirrel, you wave that at me one more time, we're going to find out if my powers can wreck havoc on the nervous systems of animals. *chittering* Better. Now, I do believe you mentioned papers, darling? I feel it prudent to embark on this as quickly as possible. The sooner we start, the sooner we're done.

Tybalt: While I've no great love for these vile creatures, I must allow thee that much. I've no desire to be carried here a second time tonight, should we choose to leave before reading their precious notes.

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Emma: About time. Shall we, good Capulet?

Tybalt: Let us away, milady. I've several fine cigars that have been patiently awaiting the touch of our lips, I intend to satisfy them thus.

Emma: Mmm. Somehow, I doubt that lack of satisfaction is ever an issue with you around. Good night, Fandom, and sweet dreams. Don't wait up.

[This broadcast written with the lovely icecoldfrost. Mmm, delicious snark.]