Post by Laharl Krichevskoy on Jun 14, 2013 20:05:58 GMT
"That's right, if you've got a problem, then Dr. Help has got a solution for you! Just call out toll-free number, and we'll answer your question right here on the air. That's right, just dial up one eight hundred triple five double five thirty-two. That's one eight hundred, triple five, double five, thirty two. And-we've got a caller folks. hello there, how can I help you?"
"Yes, long time listener, love your show."
"Always great to talk to a fan."
"Anyway, my inlaws are coming in for a visit, and, you see, my father-in-law has this favorite dish, cabbages, and I want--"
"Bah!" exclaimed Laharl, flinging his hands at the radio that sat on the bench next to him. "Your foolish problems are not worth the listening! Who cares about your stupid cabbage!?" he picked up the radio, shaking it. "Give me the advice I need, you stupid radio host! Tell me how you feed a house full of crazy people on a budget!"
he shook the radio again, ranting over the talk of the long time listener and her cabbage scented woes. It should bear noting that Laharl was in the middle of the communal area, sitting on a bench. He'd recently found that he couldn't really relax or do what he wanted in his dorm room; they'd given him a new roommate and Laharl couldn't have the guy suspecting anything. He could only hang out with his kidnapped countries for so long before things got tedious and boring. So that meant finding places he hadn't managed to be kicked out of yet (which marked the library and Three One.Four right off the list). Which meant that he was sitting on a bench, listening to the radio talk show, and had been for several minutes.
"Hmm," said Laharl, sinking back and studying the radio. Another caller had phoned in. His problem? How to tell his wife to lose weight without offending her. "Bah, you just dry all her clothing and compliment her friends on how thin they look!" insisted Laharl. he waved his hand. "Stupid mortals! Any demon knows of such treachery! Yield onto me your secrets, oh radio host."
this meant grabbing and shaking the radio some more, even banging it a bit on the bench. Needless to say, this was not a quiet action.
"Yes, long time listener, love your show."
"Always great to talk to a fan."
"Anyway, my inlaws are coming in for a visit, and, you see, my father-in-law has this favorite dish, cabbages, and I want--"
"Bah!" exclaimed Laharl, flinging his hands at the radio that sat on the bench next to him. "Your foolish problems are not worth the listening! Who cares about your stupid cabbage!?" he picked up the radio, shaking it. "Give me the advice I need, you stupid radio host! Tell me how you feed a house full of crazy people on a budget!"
he shook the radio again, ranting over the talk of the long time listener and her cabbage scented woes. It should bear noting that Laharl was in the middle of the communal area, sitting on a bench. He'd recently found that he couldn't really relax or do what he wanted in his dorm room; they'd given him a new roommate and Laharl couldn't have the guy suspecting anything. He could only hang out with his kidnapped countries for so long before things got tedious and boring. So that meant finding places he hadn't managed to be kicked out of yet (which marked the library and Three One.Four right off the list). Which meant that he was sitting on a bench, listening to the radio talk show, and had been for several minutes.
"Hmm," said Laharl, sinking back and studying the radio. Another caller had phoned in. His problem? How to tell his wife to lose weight without offending her. "Bah, you just dry all her clothing and compliment her friends on how thin they look!" insisted Laharl. he waved his hand. "Stupid mortals! Any demon knows of such treachery! Yield onto me your secrets, oh radio host."
this meant grabbing and shaking the radio some more, even banging it a bit on the bench. Needless to say, this was not a quiet action.
