Hey. This is Jack, it's Tuesday, this is the radio station, let's do this.

At school, Anger Management took a fake trip to the mall to learn about retail therapy. I still like shoot-at-things therapy better. Modern History talks about World War II and apparently Kitty got some teal deer up in there. Teamwork watched a movie about hockey that totally did not make me cry, shut up squirrels, and Zoe showed Care for Magical Creatures a movie about fairies. Looks like the only class where anybody learned anything was Science You Cannot Possibly Comprehend, in which Doom talked about what a loser Hank Pym was before telling the class how to build an AI. Because clearly what the universe needs is more Reapers-to-be.

In the offices, Riley did some writing and Hannibal sent an email about a food drive.

In the dorms, Alec was updating his day planner when he got a visit from Isabelle. They talked fall trip. Flick swore at somebody over the phone.

And up in town, the big action came from Jess Day, who put up a kitty -- lower-case K -- mailbox with help from Sam Traynor.Gert tried to convince the diner staff she doesn't kiss and tell so I'm guessing she didn't get any last week. Ron Swanson -- ahahahaha, I'm just going to read this -- "is at JGOB, tattooed, half-mustache-shaved, hair-dyed and cornrowed." And nobody stopped to talk to him. Guess this town learned how to mind its own business. Hanna dressed the mannequins for fall at Demon Marcus, and lame Jack smelled like the woods at Devil's Nest.

And that's it. Catch ya later.