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Aug. 4th, 2018 10:35 amAnd good evening to you, my favorite listeners!
It's radioStar here again, your host with the most, your favorite ghost, and - dare I say it - your best friend. That's right, starlight, I've got a gift for you, but at, at, att, don't try to look just yet! This is a moment of a lifetime, and we're just going to dra gthis anticipation out. Like a rustblood hopping out of a cake at your pre-handfasting party, we've got to wait for just the right moment to reveal what I am pretty sure is going to be the best thing you have ever encountered in your life.
Because what can I say? That's just what best friends do..!
Now, some of you might've heard the good news! But just in case, I'm going to share it with you anyway. So lean on close, starlight, so I can just whisper it right in your ear! Hope you don't mind the breath. I keep telling Dolly to lighten up on the garlic, but does she ever listen? No.
Overseer Akráia's set up a whole brand new expedition on our lo-vah-lee little station! Now, some of you might not remember where your very best friend lives, which - let me just take a moment to say - shame on you! Here I am, slaving away over a hot box to make you the best gift you have ever seen, and have you ever sent me a postcard? Not even once! When's my birthday, pals?
It's the sixth solar perigee of the second half of the sweep. There you go. Write that down on your calendar, and remember, lovely listeners, I like green!
Anyway. Overseer Akráia's set up a whole new expedition here on HMS THE GLORY TO BE FOUND BY REACHING WITHIN THE SUBCIRRIAN DEPTHS OF THE DIMMEST HOLE, or as we call it here, good ol' HMS Gloryhole! Are you a psionic? Are you a historian? Do you like ships, are within five hundred solar sweeps of the homeworld, and are interested in earning infinite riches, at only a low, low, low risk of impalement or incredible, gut-wrenching danger?
Oh, wait -
[DIAL TONE NOISE]
Sorry about that, sweet listeners! That was a mistake on my end. Are you here for the high, high, high risk of incredible, gut-wrenching danger that'll let you sweep every troll you've ever met straight off of their feet and send them swooning gently into your arms? Oh, dear listener, oh, they'll say, laying a hand upon your grizzled, yet undeniably noble laser scar...
I'm sorry, I just can't keep going. I think I'm swooning!
If you're here for that, then you should just go ahead and give him a ring. He's waiting.
It's radioStar here again, your host with the most, your favorite ghost, and - dare I say it - your best friend. That's right, starlight, I've got a gift for you, but at, at, att, don't try to look just yet! This is a moment of a lifetime, and we're just going to dra gthis anticipation out. Like a rustblood hopping out of a cake at your pre-handfasting party, we've got to wait for just the right moment to reveal what I am pretty sure is going to be the best thing you have ever encountered in your life.
Because what can I say? That's just what best friends do..!
Now, some of you might've heard the good news! But just in case, I'm going to share it with you anyway. So lean on close, starlight, so I can just whisper it right in your ear! Hope you don't mind the breath. I keep telling Dolly to lighten up on the garlic, but does she ever listen? No.
Overseer Akráia's set up a whole brand new expedition on our lo-vah-lee little station! Now, some of you might not remember where your very best friend lives, which - let me just take a moment to say - shame on you! Here I am, slaving away over a hot box to make you the best gift you have ever seen, and have you ever sent me a postcard? Not even once! When's my birthday, pals?
It's the sixth solar perigee of the second half of the sweep. There you go. Write that down on your calendar, and remember, lovely listeners, I like green!
Anyway. Overseer Akráia's set up a whole new expedition here on HMS THE GLORY TO BE FOUND BY REACHING WITHIN THE SUBCIRRIAN DEPTHS OF THE DIMMEST HOLE, or as we call it here, good ol' HMS Gloryhole! Are you a psionic? Are you a historian? Do you like ships, are within five hundred solar sweeps of the homeworld, and are interested in earning infinite riches, at only a low, low, low risk of impalement or incredible, gut-wrenching danger?
Oh, wait -
[DIAL TONE NOISE]
Sorry about that, sweet listeners! That was a mistake on my end. Are you here for the high, high, high risk of incredible, gut-wrenching danger that'll let you sweep every troll you've ever met straight off of their feet and send them swooning gently into your arms? Oh, dear listener, oh, they'll say, laying a hand upon your grizzled, yet undeniably noble laser scar...
I'm sorry, I just can't keep going. I think I'm swooning!
If you're here for that, then you should just go ahead and give him a ring. He's waiting.
