RADIO KING: GOOD MORNING NEW ANGELES.
RADIO KING: RADIO KING HERE, WITH YOUR WAKE UP CALL.


The distinct siren blares, it's time to wake up.



You keep your face plastered against your pillow as you swat at the radio, which has begun to hover off of your bedside table. It was definitely a stupid idea to 'modernise' that dumb old radio. You'll have to invest in some duct tape.



???: FUCK
???: shut the fuckkk upppp
RADIO KING: IT'S ANOTHER MONDAY, AND THE ELEVENTH OF JULY, TWENTY FIVE HUNDRED AND SIXTY EIGHT.-
???: iiii donn't caaarreee


Your voice belches and lingers, though you consider yourself a jack of all trades, you are terrible at getting the ball rolling. Especially on Mondays Garfield Mondays .

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