Fandom Radio, Saturday, February 25th

[dollpocalypse]

Topher: Seriously? On vacation? SERIOUSLY? You guys are the worst. Ugh.

Peter: No rest for the wicked. Or in our case, the annoyed and the you.

Topher: Why don't I get an adjective?

Peter: Oh, you’re an adjective all by yourself.

Topher: Thank you?

Peter: No.

Topher: During the day, people were at the restaurant, the spa and the pool. Ugh. Seriously, pools are the worst. No offense, Ender.

*pause*

Topher: 'Cause... Ender taught me how to swim.

Peter: And Fact A connects to Fact B how?

Topher: He likes them?

Peter: I don’t want to know about your pool issues, do I?

Topher: Hey! I don't have pool issues!

Peter: Then why bring it up?

Topher: … because, okay?! People were also at the beach, which is also gross. The Guy Who Hates Jedi was talking to The Girl Whose Name I Refuse To Pronounce about jogging. Which is awful. Don't do it.

Peter: Not everyone has your constitution, Toph.

Topher: Ugh. I tried it once, okay? It sucked. Quinn talked to that same girl with the stupid name about how we should move the school to Rio. Which would be stupid because the weather is lame, except cool because my roommate here is cooler than my roommate at school, so... I don't know. Then Chuck told that girl with the weird name how she should wear sunscreen. I learned that last month. So did Ben. Ew.

Peter: Is that when you turned up lobster-faced? Heh.

Topher: I did NOT turn up lobster-faced. You said something about a Mexican band.

Peter: You remember that?

Topher: Because I had to look them up after!

Peter: Of course you did.

Topher: Kenzi talked to Stephanie about how they wanna move here -- hang on, Kenzi are Stephanie are friends? Ew. Then they mentioned my thing with the boas -- thanks so much, Kenzi. And then Kenzi told Seifer how she wants to stay here, and seriously, guys, it's not that cool. I mean, the boas are nice, but c'mon.

Peter: It’s too bad this isn’t a video channel. Topher and boas: the love that dare not speak its name.

Topher: Only the red ones! And there was some tour and some hang-gliding and Arya and Annja tried that last part. Whatever, don't care. Here, do this page.

Peter: How very thoughtful. *clears throat* At the hotel, Topher here stopped by to check in on Skywalker Junior. No word on how well that went down.

Topher: Eh.

Peter: The pool was mostly quiet, though Dave stopped by for a swim. Supposedly, it was quiet because everyone was down at the Bar do Copa, including my brother and his glass of milk, Jace and Quinn who spent some time talking about the Big Apple, and Hanna and Elphaba who were, quote unquote, fabulous. More earth-shattering news about them: Elphaba wore red, Quinn wore white.

Topher: Do you care? I don't care.

Peter: I’m sure they looked lovely.

Topher: That's a no, right?

Peter: That’s a ‘I know they looked lovely.’ Down at the Samba show, Tara was way too preoccupied by the show to eat. Don’t worry, the local buffet overfloweth, and I’m sure some of your classmates stole some food.

Elsewhere in town, Bruce caught the attention of some passers-by-- no, wait, some passer-by caught the attention of Bruce. Be safe. Rebecca picked up a Brazilian guy at the bar - of course - while Cara drowned her sorrows in a different kind of meat. The kind that comes on a stick. Though, if Rebecca’s kind comes on a stick-- I don’t want to know about it.

Topher: PETER!

Peter: Calm down, Topher!

Topher: Ew! Also hearing that might make Ben cry. Because he freaked when I mentioned the...

*pause*

Topher: ...never mind?

Peter: ...Have you been telling kid Skywalker all about that?

Topher: Just once?

Peter: Well. I guess that’s payback for my brother, then.

Topher: Sorry?

Peter: No, you’re not. Finally, Luke ignored all that business about it being night time and went down to the beach. I assume it’s quieter.