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fandom_radio2012-04-20 10:24 am
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Fandom Radio [Friday, April 20, 2012]
*sounds of banging and two different shrieks: one Jims, and one Rilla*
GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!
Hello, Fandom, Rilla Blythe here and so, apparently, are the rudest bunnies I've ever met DON'T CHEW ON THAT--
*static for ten minutes*
Well then. The lizards chew on power lines, just so you know, which makes it very inconvenient to talk on the radio. One second.
*more banging, more wails from Jims*
FINALLY. I seem to be a bit barricaded here in the radio booth, but at least I can get to the news. Why people would choose to retire here is completely beyond me.
Onto classes! Organic Chemistry had its final with Miss Pie today and Mr. Thurston Howell III stopped by to make sure everything was completely normal. Other than the bunnies, you mean? Algebra II had an essay examination about all of the math they learned this term, but not before getting rid of all the gizka; oh, is that what the lizards are called? They sound Japanese. Miss Miller of the school board was disappointed that the math exam didn't have enough math to it, but I'm sure not disappointed enough to tell Mr. Thurston Howell III about it, right? Right? Model United Nations had their exam as well, and Mr. Skywalker was wished a happy birthday by three men with a briefcase. That's...normal! Yes. Totally normal. And Marine Biology also had their exam with board member Mr. Graves stopping in to supervise.
Mrs. Creed-Nast and Miss---I can't pronounce that--sent a text to their class, so if you have them today, check your messages. Miss Jones found bunnies--I AM NOT READING THAT, IT IS GROSS--and Miss [Kenzi's last name] paid a call and they tried to figure a way to make sure our esteemed guests don't get too overwhelmed by our island. It's really much better in small doses. Go home now and come back in three or four years! Lord Lannister chased some of the blue...senior pranks...from his office.
The dormitory was relatively quite, if you don't count the bunnies and the lizards and the blue things. Mr. Peter Wiggin was in his room drinking Red Bull and checking his email before being interrupted by Miss Adams. She wanted to talk to him about one of the school board members and he was unsympathetic, which is not terribly surprising. It is Mr. Peter Wiggin, after all. Mr. Brink stopped in as well and told him that unlike the last....senior prank...he was not poking animals that were strangely coloured. And then Mr. Wiggin--
Um.
Didn't act like himself anymore.
Town was very busy! Miss Scully was prepared to treat any rabbit-related injuries at the clinic, Portalocity again...shows the same manner of customer service we became accustomed to in the fall and delivers a box of gizkas and blue...senior pranks... and Miss West was clearing the pests out of the music store until Miss Pie came by searching for a banjo. Mr. Aaron was defending the meditation center, and Miss Maclay was examining the magic capes and card trick selection at the Magic Shop until Miss Pie came in to buy a tambourine.
Is anyone else a bit worried about what Miss Pie might be up to? Me either! We are all so terribly normal here. And boring. No reason to stay here! The park was almost entirely overrun with the rabbits, gizka, and blue senior pranks, with school board member Mr. Baracus fighting back in the morning, Mr. Skywalker, Mr. Alistair, Mr. Almasy, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce, Miss Cara, Miss Morrigan, Miss Gabrielle, Mr. Gooseman and Mr. Lion-O--it's Italian!--in the afternoon, and Miss Jones, Mr. Carrick and Mr. Wig--a fox in the evening. But they're still here, so I think we need a plan other than whacking at them with hat pins and sharp sticks.
Finally, Miss [Kenzi's last name] was offering fruit juice and commiseration about the uniforms--I think they're lovely!--to Miss Clarke at Caritas.
*more banging*
Well, the rabbits are back and have brought friends, so I might be a bit late to class today, Mr. Oz. If someone could come get me out of the booth, I'd be terribly grateful.
GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!
Hello, Fandom, Rilla Blythe here and so, apparently, are the rudest bunnies I've ever met DON'T CHEW ON THAT--
*static for ten minutes*
Well then. The lizards chew on power lines, just so you know, which makes it very inconvenient to talk on the radio. One second.
*more banging, more wails from Jims*
FINALLY. I seem to be a bit barricaded here in the radio booth, but at least I can get to the news. Why people would choose to retire here is completely beyond me.
Onto classes! Organic Chemistry had its final with Miss Pie today and Mr. Thurston Howell III stopped by to make sure everything was completely normal. Other than the bunnies, you mean? Algebra II had an essay examination about all of the math they learned this term, but not before getting rid of all the gizka; oh, is that what the lizards are called? They sound Japanese. Miss Miller of the school board was disappointed that the math exam didn't have enough math to it, but I'm sure not disappointed enough to tell Mr. Thurston Howell III about it, right? Right? Model United Nations had their exam as well, and Mr. Skywalker was wished a happy birthday by three men with a briefcase. That's...normal! Yes. Totally normal. And Marine Biology also had their exam with board member Mr. Graves stopping in to supervise.
Mrs. Creed-Nast and Miss---I can't pronounce that--sent a text to their class, so if you have them today, check your messages. Miss Jones found bunnies--I AM NOT READING THAT, IT IS GROSS--and Miss [Kenzi's last name] paid a call and they tried to figure a way to make sure our esteemed guests don't get too overwhelmed by our island. It's really much better in small doses. Go home now and come back in three or four years! Lord Lannister chased some of the blue...senior pranks...from his office.
The dormitory was relatively quite, if you don't count the bunnies and the lizards and the blue things. Mr. Peter Wiggin was in his room drinking Red Bull and checking his email before being interrupted by Miss Adams. She wanted to talk to him about one of the school board members and he was unsympathetic, which is not terribly surprising. It is Mr. Peter Wiggin, after all. Mr. Brink stopped in as well and told him that unlike the last....senior prank...he was not poking animals that were strangely coloured. And then Mr. Wiggin--
Um.
Didn't act like himself anymore.
Town was very busy! Miss Scully was prepared to treat any rabbit-related injuries at the clinic, Portalocity again...shows the same manner of customer service we became accustomed to in the fall and delivers a box of gizkas and blue...senior pranks... and Miss West was clearing the pests out of the music store until Miss Pie came by searching for a banjo. Mr. Aaron was defending the meditation center, and Miss Maclay was examining the magic capes and card trick selection at the Magic Shop until Miss Pie came in to buy a tambourine.
Is anyone else a bit worried about what Miss Pie might be up to? Me either! We are all so terribly normal here. And boring. No reason to stay here! The park was almost entirely overrun with the rabbits, gizka, and blue senior pranks, with school board member Mr. Baracus fighting back in the morning, Mr. Skywalker, Mr. Alistair, Mr. Almasy, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce, Miss Cara, Miss Morrigan, Miss Gabrielle, Mr. Gooseman and Mr. Lion-O--it's Italian!--in the afternoon, and Miss Jones, Mr. Carrick and Mr. Wig--a fox in the evening. But they're still here, so I think we need a plan other than whacking at them with hat pins and sharp sticks.
Finally, Miss [Kenzi's last name] was offering fruit juice and commiseration about the uniforms--I think they're lovely!--to Miss Clarke at Caritas.
*more banging*
Well, the rabbits are back and have brought friends, so I might be a bit late to class today, Mr. Oz. If someone could come get me out of the booth, I'd be terribly grateful.