Fandom Radio, Thursday, December 22nd

[lockestheway]

Good morning, Fandom, or what's left of you. Today's broadcast is going to be a short one, as most of you have probably run off home by now to spend time with your families.

*loud noise, as if someone is hitting a bunch of cymbals and a drum at the same time*

--SO OBVIOUSLY THE SQUIRRELS THINK THIS IS A GOOD TIME TO EXPERIMENT WITH THE BROADCAST! STOP IT!

*silence*

Thank you.

Anyway, here's what you guys did yesterday: Squall and Rinoa planned to go home, though not without dealing with a few personal issues first--

*CLASH*

*THUMP*

*CLASH*

--AS YOU DO-- I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO QUIT--

*CRAAAASH*

--IT. GIVE ME--

*scuffle*

*clash* *THUMP*

WHAT IN THE-- *thunk thump* KEEP IT-- *CLAAAAASH* *REVERB*

OKAY, SO MITCHELL IS HEADING HOME, BUT NOT WITHOUT GETTING A FEW VISITORS, LIKE-- *thunk, thump, quiet* Professor Maximus, who was there to play catch-up, and-- *flurry of loud noises* A PHONE CALL FROM OUR OTHER FAVORITE KATE ABOUT BECOMING A FLIGHT ATTENDANT-- AS WELL AS A SCHOOL SECURITY OFFICER BEARING GIFTS--

*thunk think thwap blam*

...while elsewhere in town, Shira went merrily down to work--

*TRUMPETS*

WILL YOU STOP THAT? FOR THE LOVE OF GO--

*TROMBONE*

DO YOU EVEN HAVE THE LUNG CAPACITY TO MANAGE THAT--?! QUINN HAD SOME REINDEER OVER AT THE HOTEL, BUT COULDN'T SEND THEM-- *dying trombone noise* --away, and-- *MORE TRUMPETS* *THUMP* --PROFESSOR PIE BOSSED SOME OF THE REINDEER ARO--

(The rest of the broadcast is drowned out in a cacophony of noise)