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Fandom Radio, Saturday, November 9
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mustbeawitchGood morning, Fandom. It is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, perched with as much dignity as I can manage upon what I am told is called a 'bean bag' and prepared to read to you the deranged scribblings of drunken squirrels, by which of course I mean the news of yesterday.
We shall begin as always with the school, where The Weird, Wonderful, and Doubleyou-Tee-Eff World learned about the dancing plague of 1518, and Mr. Stark and Miss Smith discussed the likelihood of such a thing happening here. Food Field Trips went to a fortune cookie factory--oh! I know those! They come with the Chinese food.
The porg requires me to note that there are no notes for the dorms and it is very sad about it, and now we move along to the town, where at Pick Your Poison Dr. Isley tended to her plants and received a visit from Miss Blake on business of her own before she had dinner alone with Mr. Blackwood. Oh! Well. Congratulations to the happy couple; I expect the banns shall be read shortly. Dr. Quinn and her pet hyena were restocking with jewelry at Needful Things, whilst at The Magpie Emporium Sir Graham allowed dice-shaped pillows to decide his actions for the day. As one does. At The Devil's Nest, Mr. Lucifer attempted to determine what drink went best with pillows. Warm milk, I believe. At the Trooper Station, Detective Watts had his customary luncheon with Mr. Grant, whilst at Plant Parenthood Eleanor consulted the cards. At her mansion, Miss Vess awakened Mr. Scientia, and, ah, the squirrels seem to have left off the rest of what happened there. Mr. Stark (the one with a ballroom) found that his ballroom had been filled with, well, balls. Plastic ones, which Mr. Thor threw at him before Mr. Rogers assailed him in turn to defend Mr. Stark's person. Mr. Rogers quite liked the balls and voted for keeping them rather than cleaning them up.
We close on the news that the appearing-and-disappearing Waffle House has--or had, as it may have left again by now for all I know--returned to our fair isle, as was discovered by Miss Skywalker. She was joined by Miss Gingrich, with whom she discussed eating one's weight in hash browns and what else to order before Miss Gingrich was greeted by the other Mr. Stark. Miss Smith told Miss Skywalker about space Waffle Houses, and asked her forbearance if she chose to drink the little creamer cups, before discussing how lucky they were to both have happened upon the Waffle House this time with Miss Gingrich and pointing out to the other Mr. Stark that there were other places one could procure the all-important hash browns. Mr. Stark then discussed what would reheat well with Miss Skywalker, before Miss Skywalker moved on to Mr. Raiden, with whom she discussed their orders and his former living arrangements. And that is all the notes we have, so if I can ever get out of this chair thing I shall be off for a cup of tea. Farewell until next week, Fandom!
We shall begin as always with the school, where The Weird, Wonderful, and Doubleyou-Tee-Eff World learned about the dancing plague of 1518, and Mr. Stark and Miss Smith discussed the likelihood of such a thing happening here. Food Field Trips went to a fortune cookie factory--oh! I know those! They come with the Chinese food.
The porg requires me to note that there are no notes for the dorms and it is very sad about it, and now we move along to the town, where at Pick Your Poison Dr. Isley tended to her plants and received a visit from Miss Blake on business of her own before she had dinner alone with Mr. Blackwood. Oh! Well. Congratulations to the happy couple; I expect the banns shall be read shortly. Dr. Quinn and her pet hyena were restocking with jewelry at Needful Things, whilst at The Magpie Emporium Sir Graham allowed dice-shaped pillows to decide his actions for the day. As one does. At The Devil's Nest, Mr. Lucifer attempted to determine what drink went best with pillows. Warm milk, I believe. At the Trooper Station, Detective Watts had his customary luncheon with Mr. Grant, whilst at Plant Parenthood Eleanor consulted the cards. At her mansion, Miss Vess awakened Mr. Scientia, and, ah, the squirrels seem to have left off the rest of what happened there. Mr. Stark (the one with a ballroom) found that his ballroom had been filled with, well, balls. Plastic ones, which Mr. Thor threw at him before Mr. Rogers assailed him in turn to defend Mr. Stark's person. Mr. Rogers quite liked the balls and voted for keeping them rather than cleaning them up.
We close on the news that the appearing-and-disappearing Waffle House has--or had, as it may have left again by now for all I know--returned to our fair isle, as was discovered by Miss Skywalker. She was joined by Miss Gingrich, with whom she discussed eating one's weight in hash browns and what else to order before Miss Gingrich was greeted by the other Mr. Stark. Miss Smith told Miss Skywalker about space Waffle Houses, and asked her forbearance if she chose to drink the little creamer cups, before discussing how lucky they were to both have happened upon the Waffle House this time with Miss Gingrich and pointing out to the other Mr. Stark that there were other places one could procure the all-important hash browns. Mr. Stark then discussed what would reheat well with Miss Skywalker, before Miss Skywalker moved on to Mr. Raiden, with whom she discussed their orders and his former living arrangements. And that is all the notes we have, so if I can ever get out of this chair thing I shall be off for a cup of tea. Farewell until next week, Fandom!