Fandom Radio:

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Graham: squuuuuuueeeaaaak squeak-squeak! Squeak squeak squeak, squeak squeak squeak, squeak squeak squeak...

*worried chittering*

Squeak squeak squeak! Squeak squeak. Squeak squea--

*insistent chittering, some scrambling, a door opening and closing, and a sigh*

Squeak squeak squeak, squeak. Squeak squeak! Squeak squeak sque SQUEAK--

**CLICK**

*long pause*

--squeak squeak sque--

*door opens*

Summer: Okay, which one of you brainiacs thought it was a good idea to send Leroy to get me down to the studio?

Graham: Squeak?

*explanatory chittering*

Summer:....okay, yeah, that's fair, I did only agree to this just to get rid of him. Okay, so, what's going on here? Is that Graham? Still a...bandicoot, was it? Is that what they look like? I mean, sure, okay, I guess. And he's still trying to do radio, huh?

Graham: Squeak squeak squeak squeak.

Summer: ......yeah, no. Lemme see those notes. Okay. *clears throat* It's been a hot minute, but let's do this. Hey, everyone. Good morning. It's Summer, duh, obviously, because your usual radio host is still a weird, random marsupial despite definitely not even being remotely Australian, so I guess I'm reading the notes and saving your eardrums from a litany of squeaks. But, I mean, A+ for effort, man, we're all very impressed by your dedication.

Graham: Squeak squeak squeak!

Summer: So. In the School, the Great Fandom TV Show Rip-Off actually watched the show it was ripped off from. Creative Writing talked about plays, and the Hylian Bestiary talked about octoroks. And I just want to let Belle know that LEGO on the high shelves of the library are still way better than LEGO underfoot at the library. Just saying.

There are no notes for the Dorms, and, ohgod, is that the look the porg intern gives you guys every time there are no notes for the dorms? That's haunting. I am moving on as quickly as I can now to the Town.

Stark stopped by to see Steph at the Magpie--

Graham: Squeak Squuuuuuuueak-squeak squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak!

Summer: I am not saying it like that. Anyway, at the...

Graham: Squeak Squuuuuuuueak-squeak squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak!

Summer: Right. That. Nerd shop. Where Stark and Steph talked about how they should probably keep the knowledge of people-eating gelatinous cubes away from me, but, ha ha, look at how well that worked out for you guys, nyeh. Duke was strongly against poisoning the customers at Luke's, which, really, is what I like to see in the management of a diner; he also called Octavia an old coat and got to surprise Nell with her meal. I think we can all rest assured that the surprise was not poison.

Annie and Diego, who I have to take a second to side-eye publicly for hiring movers when they could have just portaled all their [BEEP] across the island, discussed how to decorate their new house because that is definitely their life now.

And I love that for you, babe. Godspeed.

Boc is apparently every boomer ever who doesn't understand distressed fashion and tried to mend all the tattered denim that came into Pixie Dust this week, and Libby and Kurt had their usual adorable lunch date with an extra helping of awkward over at the clinic. Prompto and Liz also had an adorable lunch at the Photo Hut with a side helping of an Easter lesson, and Irene helped Amaya get all cleaned up after she transformed back from being a rabbit. Nice.

Well, maybe less nice when you consider the maybe thousands of dollars worth of damage done to Irene's make-up collection, but anywaaaaay....

Graham and Charlie were in the Park, playing music, and--really, dude? A week plus as an animal and you're still just throwing yourself out there in the most public of places like it's nothing?

Graham: Squeak?

Summer: I don't know, it just seems kind of risky, that's all. When you could literally change at any mo--

*odd thumping sound*

--ment.

Graham: Hey! Neat! How'd you do that? Amazing! Are you a witch? If you're a witch, you have to tell me. It's alright if you're a witch around here, a lot of people do magic!

Summer: I'm not a witch! And you don't have to tell me that, I've been around here since you were probably a fetus.

Graham: Yeah, but you said I could turn back at any moment, and then I did turn back!

Summer: That's not magic, that's just a coincidence. I'm not a witch, I'm just very meta-savvy.

Graham: Soooooo, now that I'm back....can I finish up the broadcast?

Summer: Don't you want, like....clothes or something first?

Graham: It's not like anyone can see me. I mean, except you. And the squirrels.

Summer:....I'm going to get you some clothes before I end up on some kind of list. But yeah, go ahead, finish things up here. Knock yourself out.

Graham: Yes! Excellent! Alright! Here we go, everyone! It's me, Graham again, Graham Cra--

*slamming door sound, very judging chitters*

*clears throat*

--cker, here to finish up the news, although let's give a nice round of a-paws...

*polite squirrel clapping*

...for Definitely Probably A Witch Miss Smith's fine work getting us started. Moving on and back to me and Charlie's grand adventures in the park, I also asked if Stark was interested in joining our musical stylings, but he wasn't so sure he'd be good at it, and Charlie told him about how the bandicoot was me, and that if her Aunties turned you into an animal, they definitely meant it.

...

*papers rustling*

....and that's it, actually. No Devil's Nest or anything? That's all?

...

Awww, man! *sighs* Well! It was fun while it lasted, but that's all the notes for this week, everyone! Stay tuned next week, where I'll hopefully be able to do a bit more of your regularly scheduled Friday broadcast! Until then, have a great day, and I guess I'm just going to sit here and wait for some clothes.

Although, I guess if she was a witch, she could probably have just magicked me some clothes. I could probably magic some clothes, maybe, but I'd need a peacock feather and a sprinkle of diamond dust and a silver need--

**CLICK!**