Request Line: Trigonometry

INT. RECORDING STUDIO – DAY Once again, all the lights are off in the studio, and it's completely silent.  The studio lights come on... ...and in the hallway that leads to the studio a series of frantic footsteps can be heard.  --- [DOOR FLIES OPEN] --- HUNTER RENFROW: [tossing his bike helmet and backpack

Request Line: Debuts

INT. RECORDING STUDIO – DAY All the lights are off in the studio, and it's completely silent.  After a few moments, we see a single light begin flashing in the darkness.  Several more lights begin flashing, and it becomes clear that the lights belong to... ...DJ 3000', who still remains covered in

Request Line: Let Me Sing You the Song of My People…

INT. RECORDING STUDIO – DAY Guest producer HUNTER RENFROW is seated in front of the soundboard... ...having a conversation with DJ 3000, who is perched in his regular spot...  ...as the two talk about the conclusion of the Pan-African War in the current DJ 3000's original timeline. DJ 3000: ...AND THEN MOZAMBIQUE SIGNED THE

Request Line: Alternate Versions

INT. RECORDING STUDIO – DAY Guest producer HUNTER RENFROW is seated in front of the soundboard, looking very satisfied with himself, having revealed that he knew all along that DJ 3000 was from an alternate timeline.  DJ 3000: SO...WHEN DID YOU ACTUALLY FIGURE IT OUT? HUNTER RENFROW: Oh, I've known for months. I

Request Line: Guardians and Gladiators

INT. RECORDING STUDIO – DAY Guest producer HUNTER RENFROW is seated in front of the soundboard, looking glum.  DJ 3000 looks on with an appearance of concern as HUNTER listlessly toys with a few figurines. DJ 3000: HEY BUDDY, WHAT'S WRONG? STILL FEELING DOWN ABOUT RENFROCO? HUNTER RENFROW: Huh? Oh, no.  We're in

Request Line: Treasure

INT. RECORDING STUDIO – DAY Guest producer HUNTER RENFROW is seated in front of the soundboard, talking on his cellphone.  DJ 3000 looks on with an appearance of concern. HUNTER RENFROW: ...well I wish there's something I could say to talk you out of it, Mr. Christensen, but I certainly understand.  Renfroco

Request Line: Twisted Steel (and nothing else)

INT. TEENAGER'S BEDROOM - DAY HUNTER RENFROW is seated in front of his gaming station, playing Grip: Combat Racing. The lights in the room are out and he's wearing headphones - he could not be more fully immersed in the game without being inside his double-sided, powered-up speedster.  Suddenly... DISEMBODIED VOICE: HUNTER.... HUNTER RENFROW

Request Line: En Français…

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER...is actually nowhere to be seen, because he is currently on vacation in Scottsdale, Arizona.  Replacing him at the console is none other than... HUNTER RENFROW: DJ 3000 can you run a highpass filter on input four and then do a Fourier transform on it? There's

Request Line: Do As You’re Told

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER is seated in front of the soundboard, training a new user in its use while DJ 3000 looks on in mild amusement. PRODUCER: ...and then if someone swears you press this one, we call it the "dump button"... HUNTER RENFROW: [ignoring him while inspecting the equalizer

Request Line: The Desert

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER sits at his desk, unwrapping a package from Amazon.  DJ 3000 remains in his usual location, still covered in sexy stickers. DJ 3000: SO HEY MAN WHAT'S IN THE BOX? PRODUCER: If you are trying to sound like Brad Pitt, it isn't working. DJ 3000: EH, I'LL

Request Line: Good Riddance

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER sits at his desk, watching youtube videos of fireworks displays.  DJ 3000 remains in his usual location, muttering to himself.   PRODUCER: Hey man, sorry that we couldn't find anything that worked to get those stickers off. DJ 3000: GRUMBLE GRUMBLE. PRODUCER: They're repainting the Jimmy & The

Request Line: Gimme All Your Gimmicks

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER sits at his desk, casually sipping coffee.  DJ 3000 remains in his usual location, currently in sleep mode.  As he boots up, the PRODUCER glances at him, and then does a double take. PRODUCER: What the hell happened to you? DJ 3000: [groggily] OH.  REMEMBER THAT