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Union Boss (whispering into one of those little cricket-sounding chirping push-to-talk phones that they use in factories and such): chirp I'm in the stairwell can you hear me? chirp
Fotawn: chirp Yes, we have you. What can you see up there? chirp
Union Boss: chirp It's that sticky and sweaty reporter, Qwark Kent, some hippie-looking girl, and Sparky. The hippie is trying to get his box back. chirp
Fotawn: chirp What's in the box? chirp
UB: chirp How should I know? I'm FM, not xray. But it looks like... chirp
UB: What am I doing here? Sorry officer, I thought this was the way to the little boys' room. I must've gotten nudged out of my valence or something. ... yes sir, officer sir ... I'm going right now.
UB: chirp (pant pant huff puff) Abort! I'm coming out hot, fission hot, and you need to get everyone away from the picket line before I set of an uncontrolled chain reaction! Run! chirp
SPLASH!
UB: That's better, thanks for cooling me down.
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