INT. RECORDING STUDIO - NIGHT The PRODUCER is sitting on the ground, leaning back up against the wall. Next to him is a series of plastic bottles - thirteen of them contain two ounces of a cloudy liquid, and three of them are empty. DJ 3000 produced a chiming noise. DJ 3000: IT'S
Author: Rikki-Tikki-Deadly
Request Line: VisionQuest 2020 (Part 1)
Request Line: Radio
Request Line: This and That
INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER is puttering around the studio, assembling a Rude Goldberg-looking construction out of various office materials. He is humming the tune from the Jimmy Buffet song "Coconut Telegraph" to himself. DJ 3000 sits silently, updating his operating system. DJ 3000: [Configuring update - 35% complete] The PRODUCER
Request Line: The Wrecking Ball
INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY We join our regularly scheduled programming already in progress... DREW BREES: ...and then Marques says "that's not a snake, that's Junior Galette's belt!" PRODUCER: Ha ha ha ha ha! DREW: Ha ha ha ha ha! DJ 3000: HA HA HA HA HA! PRODUCER: Great story, Drew. I have to say, being
Request Line: Potent Potables
Request Line: Indecision
Request Line: Dude.
Request Line: Misters and Mistresses
INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The studio sits empty. The PRODUCER is nowhere to be seen. DJ 3000: [sighs] DJ 3000: [to database] <?php $potential_topics = mysql_query("SELECT topic FROM request_line_database WHERE published = 'false'"); if (!$potential_topics) { echo 'Could not run query: ' . mysql_error(); exit; } $topic_array = best($potential_topics); echo $topic_array[0] ?> DJ 3000: NO, I KNOW HE'S SAVING THAT ONE FOR WHEN HE ACTUALLY HAS HIS SHIT TOGETHER ENOUGH TO INTRODUCE IT PROPERLY. DJ 3000:
DFO Radio: Backlog
The content monster has been pawing at my leg all morning, but all I've got for it is some music. Hope this fills the void for you, little fella. [rubs content monster's belly] --- a short time later --- Passersby were amazed at the unusually large amounts of blood. Passersby were amazed at the unusually large
Request Line: The Domain of the Land Baron
INT. HOME OFFICE - DAY An incredibly handsome internet writer sits staring blankly at a spreadsheet of potential Request Line topics. --- [imaginary door in his mind flies open] --- BRITTFAR: Howdy! RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: Oh. It's you. BRITTFAR: I can't help but notice you hunting for a Request Line topic this week. RTD: I guess. It's not