http://like-a-sponge.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandom_radio2006-06-06 01:19 am

Fandom Radio, Monday, June 5, 2006

GREG: Hi, Fandom! This is Greg, bringing you yet another Gregtastic radio broadcast this fabulous spring night. And tonight I have a special guest! Everyone say hi to Crazy Hooker!

BECKY: It's Becky.

GREG: Right, Crazy Hooker.

I'm On Tonight - Workshops

BECKY: *sigh* Whatever. What am I doing?

GREG: I thought you said you did this before. You read off these notes.

BECKY: Right. So in Arts and Crafts, they make fake stained glass and take pictures for scrapbooks. What are you people, five?

GREG: Hey, there is nothing wrong with being artistic. And they're really proud of their totally awesome projects, anyway, since they display them.

BECKY: Meanwhile, in Image, people dress up. Kinky.

GREG: ...you think so? I don't think that's what they mean.

BECKY: It's always kinky to someone, honey. In Baking, people make creeps -

GREG: Crepes.

BECKY: That's what I said, creeps.

GREG: Anyway, people make those things, and Sam the girl and Anders light stuff on fire. Dudes, be careful. Safety first.

BECKY: Can I take this workshop?

GREG: Dude, no, you're like, old. And dirty.

BECKY: I'm nineteen, you jackass. Anyway, Willow and Anders talk about the final, Maia's all twitchy about something I don't care about, and Veronica crashes the class just to steal breakfast. Nice move, Veronica.

GREG: And Clockwork learned about gears and stuff.

BECKY: Is that a technical term? And what the hell, there are a ton of animals at lunch.

GREG: Shh, Crazy Hooker, I'm working. In the library, Tyler talks to Bel about being bored, Jamie gets a library card, Callisto talks about some problem, and Bel thinks she's crazy. Also, Hermione reads. That is so unusual for a library, don't you think, Crazy Hooker?

BECKY: Stop calling me that. Dean Tick has office hours, and Hot Mountie's Girlfriend called a bunch of boys into her office.

GREG: Let me see that.

BECKY: No.

GREG: Give me it!

BECKY: NO.

GREG: FINE.

You Know My Hips Don't Lie - Dorms

BECKY: That's right, it's fine. In the early morning - Jesus, it's been forever since I've been up before noon - Ranma watches TV.

GREG: Whatever. The gym is freaking busy. Callisto talks to herself -

BECKY: Hahahaha.

GREG: - and seems to have a seizure -

BECKY: Ahahahahahaha she's batshit.

GREG: ...and she also seems to have normal conversations with Peter who's not my roommate and isn't fat, Alanna, and Sam the boy.

BECKY: ...hahahahahahhahaha but she runs away when Buffy talks to her. And Buffy talks to Peter, Sam, and she and Alec beat the crap out of each other.

GREG: Owwwww. Alanna talks to Peter about knighthood and stuff, teaches Dawn to use a sword, and chats with Sam the guy, who also talked to Dawn and Peter.

BECKY: And apparently some losers chicken danced, what the hell.

GREG: Dude, cool. Do you know how to chicken dance, Crazy Hooker?

BECKY: If you try to teach me, I'll throw my boot at you.

GREG: ...you have pointy heels.

BECKY: That's right, sweetie. So just shut up while I read the news. On the roof, Nadia's there with Walter and their pet pigeon -

GREG: That is so not what it says.

BECKY: Shut up, I'm reading. And Veronica talked about that bunny kid. I got locked in a room with him on Halloween. Him and some blonde chick and a really hot guy. Good times.

GREG: ...that's nice. This morning, before hitting the gym, Callisto had a weird experience -

BECKY: *snicker* Psycho. And Cam has a long talk with John. That sounds kinda kinky, too. 'Long talk,' my ass. And Nadia explains the baby pigeon thing to Jamie.

GREG: Veronica sends email, Willow and Peter who is English are all cute, and Pippi's mostly not a cat anymore.

BECKY: Is that a euph -

GREG: I DON'T KNOW AND I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. And a bunch of animals play on the stairs, and Tampa visits Sawyer.

BECKY: River writes a letter, Dean lurks, and Tim writes. This is the most fucking boring radio ever.

GREG: Crazy Hooker! Language! We say 'frell' here on the radio.

BECKY: That's not a word.

GREG: It is. Aeryn said it to me. Because she's fond of me, secretly.

BECKY: Right. Cam and Molly talk about his fight with Aeryn, and Jack and Cedric totally get lucky. Good job, boys! Remember what you learned with the balloons!

GREG: I'm pretty sure I've gone spontaneously deaf.

BECKY: I could repeat myse -

GREG: SO ANYWAY, Saku...your new name is Pinky hits Ranma and he turns into a girl. Oookay.

BECKY: And the fat kid I gave lube to uses it to slip and slide. I like your style, kid. You get points for that.

GREG: Pinky and the girl version of Ranma speak Japanese in her room, Pippi is looking for animals, and Jude stops by and gets embarrassed or something. Oh, and Peter who is my roommate is back and he had a really weird time at his girlfriend's house.

BECKY: In more interesting news, Peter, Cedric and Aeryn stopped by to see Isa -

GREG: HI ISABEL!

BECKY: -bel. And Aeryn shoots at her boyfriend. I knew I liked you, Aeryn.

GREG: Buh?

BECKY: Oh, fine, it was with a Nerf gun.

GREG: It's not nice to lie, Crazy Hooker. Kaylee writes a letter, Lyta talks to Alanna about the cabins - STICKBUGS FOREVER - and Tyler has owies, as does Bel.

BECKY: Jamie and Parker make phone calls, Cally and Anders talk about baking, and Dean takes note of Alec's injuries. Boys, you're both in my workshop. If you have sex, I'll give you extra credit just for the factor of how hot that'd be.

GREG: ...I think a little bit of me just died.

BECKY: You know you love it.

GREG: ...in the fifth floor common room, Marie and Kaylee talk about Kaylee's date, which Willow hears about as well.

BECKY: And in a much more interesting turn of events, Willow and Marie wonder if there was spanking in the woods.

GREG: ...two girls spanking?

BECKY: No, something about some girl named Veronica and Bel -

GREG: OH GOD MY EYES. Um. Anyway. Marie and Kaylee meet Peter, who is cute with Willow.

BECKY: That girl -

GREG: Pinky.

BECKY: Anyway, she takes a picture of a slightly damp Isabel -

GREG: Hi Isabel!

BECKY: - and comforts Ranma.

GREG: She also takes pictures of Braidyman, Al and Jude.

BECKY: Oooh. Shooting Range. Dean teaches Peter to shoot, Parker talks weaponry, and Alec, as stated, is beat up.

And I'm Starting to Feel It's Right - Townies

BECKY: Luna takes pictures at town hall, and Giles checks in on Lana during her first day back at work. In the clinic, that old witch is doing...something, and Clark asks Dr. Goodchild for help with his...duck? Honey, just cover up next time and you won't catch a thing.

GREG: And Isabel and I - hi Isabel! - went canoeing this afternoon.

BECKY: I think I'm going to vomit. ...but on second thought, maybe not. The pond is made of coffee.

GREG: ...what?

BECKY: That's what the notes say, dumbass.

GREG: Be nice, Crazy Hoo -

BECKY: You call me that one more time and I will stab your eyes out with a plastic spoon.

GREG: ...Becky. That's totally what I was going to say. But yeah, coffee pond. Briar and Hamlet kinda just observe, while Luna explains cameras to Briar. Then she warns Hamlet about diseases, Clark meets a caffeinated duck, and Jaye stocks up.

BECKY: Not a bad idea. I may go have a smoke and stock up myself after this.

GREG: Smoking is bad and it ages you prematurely. That's probably why I thought you were old.

BECKY: Shut up. Clark and Elle go to Weasley's, and in Caritas...oh, God.

GREG: What? It just says that creepy guy sang there.

BECKY: Hey, he's not creepy. He's just an idiot.

GREG: He's my teacher.

BECKY: ...hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

GREG: ...that's comforting.

BECKY: Hahahahahahahaha.

GREG: Anyway. We're done. Go ruin your lungs, Craz...Becky.

BECKY: Have fun playing solitaire on your computer tonight, sweetheart.

GREG: Bye Fandom! *pause*...aren't you going to say bye or anything?

BECKY: No.

GREG: ...okay. *click*

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