Tag: dfo radio

Request Line: THREATS

Low Commander of the Super Soldiers -
133

INT.  HOME OFFICE/STUDIO – DAY [An extremely pale yet handsome man sits at his home desk in his underwear, typing on his keyboard, adjusting some knobs to his left and talking into his microphone] LOW COMMANDER: Look, all I'm saying is that it's quarantine. What else does he possibly have to be

Request Line: Potent Potables

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly -
132

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER sits on the floor of studio, tinkering with a long piece of pipe, a bunch of empty beer bottles, and a hammer.  He loads several of the beer bottles into a cloth grocery bag, and raises the hammer. DJ 3000: SO...WHATCHA DOIN? PRODUCER: The stores won't

Request Line: Indecision

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly -
89

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER is bustling around the office, humming merrily to himself.  DJ 3000 is in his usual place on the side of the room, the lights on his console blinking slowly but calmly.   DJ 3000: I HAVE TO SAY IT IS REASSURING TO SEE YOU BEHAVING MORE

Request Line: Dude.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly -
84

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER sits at the control panel, gazing into the booth with a thousand yard stare.  DJ 3000 is in his usual location against the wall.  The mood is very somber.  The lights on DJ 3000 start to flash with increasingly frequency, and then are joined

Request Line: Misters and Mistresses

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly -
101

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:

Request Line: This Suit Burns Better – Look!

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly -
92

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER sits in front of his desktop computer, frowning.  He clicks the mouse, clicks it again, the waits for a second.  The screen flashes and he erupts into a litany of curses. DJ 3000: It was pretty obvious they had the queen. PRODUCER: Why were they even

Request Line: Speed

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly -
149

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY? OR MAYBE NIGHT? IT ALL SEEMS TO BE BLENDING TOGETHER WHEN YOU DON'T GO OUTSIDE ANYMORE. The PRODUCER is at the control panel, having an animated conversation with...someone inside the recording booth.  DJ 3000 looks on in concern, because the recording booth appears to be empty.  PRODUCER:

Request Line: Gardening

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly -
148

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER is on his knees in the office, wearing a torn "Jimmy and the Animal" promotional t-shirt as a headband.  He obviously has not bathed for quite some time.  He is inspecting the carpet carefully, apparently searching for something. There is a mesh bag of

Request Line: Loneliness

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly -
184

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER lies on his back on a couch in the office outside the sound booth. His left hand is draped over the edge of the couch, holding a stress ball. He throws the ball straight up in the air and catches it in front of

Request Line: Unauthorized Covers

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly -
134

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER is stretched out on the studio couch, eyes glazed, staring at DJ 3000's display screen. DJ 3000: ARE YOU STILL WATCHING? PRODUCER: [blinks sleepily] Huh? Oh, right. Yeah, I'm still watching. DJ 3000: PREVIOUSLY, ON GREY'S ANATOMY... PRODUCER: You know what? Let's put a pin in it for