WTFH

Once upon a time, there was a strange little island. It was so strange, in fact, that it sometimes did things to the people that lived there. Weird things. Things that followed them even when they weren't on the island at all. And that, boys and girls, is how I found myself sitting in a large supply closet in Glacia with a pack of squirrels, sensitive portable radio equipment, a stack of notes, and a promise of cookies to all the good little children here in Glacia with me who aren't trying to get inside to poke at any of the above.

( Bribing Small Children Radio )