WTFH

Jason: Stop pushing at my ankles! I'm coming along, geez. What the [microphone feedback] do you want from me this time?

Ziva: I believe they are helping me. I told them to be gentle, so they should not harm you.

Jason: Uh. Hi. You're not the principal.

Ziva: No, I am not. I received a message from her though, something about having a reputation that would not be able to be upheld if she happened to burst into song while reporting this evening.

Jason: Oh crap, the singing. If you think I'm going to perform for everyone--

Ziva: You are here because I asked the squirrels to fetch someone for me who had experience with the equipment, and because if either one of us begins to sing, the other can hopefully continue with the notes, with little interruption.

Jason: Or become a backup singer.

Ziva: I suppose that is an option as well, but I prefer my plan over yours.

Jason: Riiight. I'm not getting a choice in this, am I?

Ziva: No, you are not. Have a seat, and you may read first.

Jason: Oh gee, thanks a lot.

( Possibly the most well-armed radio ever. )