D'Argo: How does this... Oh. Does the red light mean it's on? *taps microphone*
Uhhhh, so. My name is D'Argo and I'll be... bringing you the news, I guess. You know, I thought maybe John would be
here. Guess not. So, let me see these notes, thank you, skirl-
*sounds of chittering, followed by a door opening*
Cher: Hey, what are you doing here? OH MY GOD WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR FACE.
D'Argo:: Nothing. What's wrong with yours?
Cher: There is nothing wrong with my... Really? Is there something wrong with my face?
D'Argo: What are you doing here anyway?
Cher: I asked you first!
D'Argo: I asked you second and I have the tongue.
Cher: Look, I'm flattered and all, but what kind of girl do you think I am? Desperate?
D'Argo: You would
not have to be desperate-
Cher: Oh, as if! The alternative would be to get me drunk and I could not let myself get that sloppy in public. Or ever.
D'Argo: I'm not hitting on you-
*sound of a door opening*
Hermione: What's going on here?
D'Argo: I've asked that a few times already.
Cher: I'm just trying to get some more radio time, since no one was scheduled! The secret to success is to put yourself out there.
Hermione: Shut up. I'm supposed to be here. I'm the one with actual radio experience.
Cher: What's she doing here?
Jaina: I saw this one walking here all purposeful. Thought I should tag along.
Hermione: Look, stay if you must, but I'm going to start reading.
Cher: The guy with the face already did.
Jaina: Guy with the face? Oh, look, it's the job-stealer.
D'Argo: I said I was sorry!
Hermione: *sigh* Just, someone start reading.
( cut because who knew, it gets longer )Hermione: I think that's it.
D'Argo: You missed one.
Hermione: I did not.
DArgo: What's this paper that says
radio voting is up?
Cher: That's the most important one! Remember, people of Fandom, vote early, vote often, and vote Cher!
Jaina: I'm really glad I don't see politics in your future, because those words are terrifying.
D'Argo: Are we done? Can I go back home? Or maybe for a very large drink?
Hermione: I think we all can. Say goodnight, everyone.
D'Argo: No.
*dead air*
[My brain is wrong.]