Fandom Radio, Thursday, July 18, 2019
Thursday, July 18th, 2019 10:51 amHi, this is Ben Skywalker and I'm doing radio today because--
*squirrel chittering*
Reasons. That's very helpful, guys, really. But apparently Beau and Keyleth are animals who can't talk and no one wants an all squirrel radio.
*offended chittering*
Fine, Leroy, it's all yours.
*five minutes of squirrel noises, trebuchet sound effects, and splashing*
And now that that's over, let's have the news in Basic, okay? Wednesdays are, of course, time for Granddad's increasingly unhinged group teambuilding project shenanigans. This week we were building trebuchets to fling Beaker in to the park's pond and it was hot enough yesterday that that seemed like an astral idea. Sorry, Beaker. You looked like you were having fun, at least? In the spirit of sadism and team cohesion or something, Granddad divided us into two groups wearing patterned shirts--team Kitty-Dolphin, though those were the toothiest dolphins I've ever heard of--and team Pizza Kitty, which actually had tacos on them. I'm assuming that Granddad just read off the names of the shirts he thought he'd ordered, which were clearly much nicer than what he ended up with.
The third team, for the record, ended up with rompers that had a sloth riding a TRex that could shoot lasers from its eye like some deranged AT-AT and the six of us doomed to wear those looked astral until we gave them all to Prompto.
Most of the day was spent marveling over the amazing outfits, of course, with a break for Shuri to introduce herself to new person Regina--hello, Regina, avoid the park on Wednesdays--and Tip convincing Norman to take off his hoodie because it was hot enough to melt...well, not steel, but definitely ice cream...yesterday.
*chittering*
Never you mind about what Kanan and I were discussing. We were thrilled with our rompers. THRILLED.
The teams eventually got to building, of course, and congratulations to the all-female--well, probably because Nina is a snake this week--team of Kitty-Dolphin for flinging Beaker the most accurately.
In town, Peter was dealing with singing flowers but that's pretty tame for around here, and Summer had Jello shots on special at Caritas, but it was celebrating the monsters of last week being gone that brought Seivarden to the bar.
And that's everything! Off to bring my husband coffee now....and you still have sparkly "Bender" flags. That's kinda disturbing. We've been out of high school for a whille.
*squirrel chittering*
Reasons. That's very helpful, guys, really. But apparently Beau and Keyleth are animals who can't talk and no one wants an all squirrel radio.
*offended chittering*
Fine, Leroy, it's all yours.
*five minutes of squirrel noises, trebuchet sound effects, and splashing*
And now that that's over, let's have the news in Basic, okay? Wednesdays are, of course, time for Granddad's increasingly unhinged group teambuilding project shenanigans. This week we were building trebuchets to fling Beaker in to the park's pond and it was hot enough yesterday that that seemed like an astral idea. Sorry, Beaker. You looked like you were having fun, at least? In the spirit of sadism and team cohesion or something, Granddad divided us into two groups wearing patterned shirts--team Kitty-Dolphin, though those were the toothiest dolphins I've ever heard of--and team Pizza Kitty, which actually had tacos on them. I'm assuming that Granddad just read off the names of the shirts he thought he'd ordered, which were clearly much nicer than what he ended up with.
The third team, for the record, ended up with rompers that had a sloth riding a TRex that could shoot lasers from its eye like some deranged AT-AT and the six of us doomed to wear those looked astral until we gave them all to Prompto.
Most of the day was spent marveling over the amazing outfits, of course, with a break for Shuri to introduce herself to new person Regina--hello, Regina, avoid the park on Wednesdays--and Tip convincing Norman to take off his hoodie because it was hot enough to melt...well, not steel, but definitely ice cream...yesterday.
*chittering*
Never you mind about what Kanan and I were discussing. We were thrilled with our rompers. THRILLED.
The teams eventually got to building, of course, and congratulations to the all-female--well, probably because Nina is a snake this week--team of Kitty-Dolphin for flinging Beaker the most accurately.
In town, Peter was dealing with singing flowers but that's pretty tame for around here, and Summer had Jello shots on special at Caritas, but it was celebrating the monsters of last week being gone that brought Seivarden to the bar.
And that's everything! Off to bring my husband coffee now....and you still have sparkly "Bender" flags. That's kinda disturbing. We've been out of high school for a whille.