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Fandom Radio: Wednesday, February 8th.
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somethingwithturquoiseYeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. Stark's a koala, he can't do the broadcast, I'm stuck with him as a koala, so I guess I'm stuck doing his laundry and his broadcast. Just don't get any ideas, Leroy, I will reinstate the restraining order.
*sighs* *clears throat*
Heyyyyyyy, everyone! Good morning, happy Wednesdays. It's me, Summer, covering for the broadcast today because your usual glowy-faced alien is currently a more fuzzy-faced koala. Hopefully, you guys didn't do much yesterday or the squirrels were too drunk to care, so I don't have a lot to say and I can get back to making some very important jello shots.
Let's see. So. In the School, Basic Weaponry went over siege weapons, and Topics in Jedi Philosophy got to talk about death and the Force. Intro to Ship Maintenence-- [BEEP], that reminds me, I need to change my oil--had to get a stuck torpedo out in the middle of battle, and Sexier Crime: the Show!--really, we have a class for everything around here--watched a musical about chicks in prison that wasn'tmeta forChicago.
No notes for the dorms because kids these days just aren't as cool as they were back in my day, aaaaaand in the town, it was a busy morning at the gym, where Nell got help with the rowing machines from Gladio and the weights from Marc, who then avoided talking about a phone call he tried to ignore with Gladio.
At the Clinic, Will learned that Stabby was missing Stark an awful lot, and see, Stark? Maybe you could hang out with him and one of the nurses for a whi--
*gagging, choking sounds*
Okay, okay, that's my windpipe, let's not--
*deep inhale*
Okay, fine, I won't dump you on the nurses. Moving on, Charlie was in a good mood at Groovy Tunes, Nell was having a good, productive day at Plant Parenthood, and everything was coming up roses for Amaya over at the forge.
Ugh, really, you guys? Anyway, hopefully no one got sick after cooking with eucalyptus for me and Stark's baking class, and Tino was of course going way overboard in advertising for Three Minute Dates this weekend over at Caritas, where Anakin was full of whiskey and excuses and complained to Kitty about eternal Mondays.
Hey, Anakin! You know what might make you feel better? A nice, cuddly koala beAR--god, you're strong. Fine, I won't pawn you off on Anakin, although he pawned you on me the last time, it's only fair, but don't think that'll save you from having your fur dyed.
The chocobros--
*protesting chittering*
Yes, that's their name, they're a collective, do you really want me to list everyone who was--
*arguing chitters* Fine, fine! Gladio, Ignis, Goose, Prompto, Liz, and their baby so the squirrels don't get made at me for not mentioning her, too, all went out for a fancy dinner for Ignis' birthday yesterday; happy birthday, Ignis, I'm sure you had a great time, but there's no way that party was better than that pool party we threw for you that one time, and then Marc went over to Watts', and so did Annie, and these notes are nearly incomprehensible except for the fact that the squirrels feel there needed to be less whiskey and wine and more rum.
But, you guys, more whiskey and wine there means more rum out there in the world for you.
*squirrel-like pause*
*squirrel-like cheers*
Well, good news, guys, that's the last of the notes, so you're free to go drink and be weird little voyeurs all over again for today! I have some jello to make. If anyone's interested in babysitting a koala, please let me--Hey! Look! I just wanted to throw it ou--
**CLICK!**
*sighs* *clears throat*
Heyyyyyyy, everyone! Good morning, happy Wednesdays. It's me, Summer, covering for the broadcast today because your usual glowy-faced alien is currently a more fuzzy-faced koala. Hopefully, you guys didn't do much yesterday or the squirrels were too drunk to care, so I don't have a lot to say and I can get back to making some very important jello shots.
Let's see. So. In the School, Basic Weaponry went over siege weapons, and Topics in Jedi Philosophy got to talk about death and the Force. Intro to Ship Maintenence-- [BEEP], that reminds me, I need to change my oil--had to get a stuck torpedo out in the middle of battle, and Sexier Crime: the Show!--really, we have a class for everything around here--watched a musical about chicks in prison that wasn't
No notes for the dorms because kids these days just aren't as cool as they were back in my day, aaaaaand in the town, it was a busy morning at the gym, where Nell got help with the rowing machines from Gladio and the weights from Marc, who then avoided talking about a phone call he tried to ignore with Gladio.
At the Clinic, Will learned that Stabby was missing Stark an awful lot, and see, Stark? Maybe you could hang out with him and one of the nurses for a whi--
*gagging, choking sounds*
Okay, okay, that's my windpipe, let's not--
*deep inhale*
Okay, fine, I won't dump you on the nurses. Moving on, Charlie was in a good mood at Groovy Tunes, Nell was having a good, productive day at Plant Parenthood, and everything was coming up roses for Amaya over at the forge.
Ugh, really, you guys? Anyway, hopefully no one got sick after cooking with eucalyptus for me and Stark's baking class, and Tino was of course going way overboard in advertising for Three Minute Dates this weekend over at Caritas, where Anakin was full of whiskey and excuses and complained to Kitty about eternal Mondays.
Hey, Anakin! You know what might make you feel better? A nice, cuddly koala beAR--god, you're strong. Fine, I won't pawn you off on Anakin, although he pawned you on me the last time, it's only fair, but don't think that'll save you from having your fur dyed.
The chocobros--
*protesting chittering*
Yes, that's their name, they're a collective, do you really want me to list everyone who was--
*arguing chitters* Fine, fine! Gladio, Ignis, Goose, Prompto, Liz, and their baby so the squirrels don't get made at me for not mentioning her, too, all went out for a fancy dinner for Ignis' birthday yesterday; happy birthday, Ignis, I'm sure you had a great time, but there's no way that party was better than that pool party we threw for you that one time, and then Marc went over to Watts', and so did Annie, and these notes are nearly incomprehensible except for the fact that the squirrels feel there needed to be less whiskey and wine and more rum.
But, you guys, more whiskey and wine there means more rum out there in the world for you.
*squirrel-like pause*
*squirrel-like cheers*
Well, good news, guys, that's the last of the notes, so you're free to go drink and be weird little voyeurs all over again for today! I have some jello to make. If anyone's interested in babysitting a koala, please let me--Hey! Look! I just wanted to throw it ou--
**CLICK!**