'Yes! yes caller, Yes we do!'

Drake cues up some x-files music and leans into the microphone as if were speaking to just one person, not broadcasting over an entire city.

'But just what can we do? This plot is 50 years in the making my friend. These hybrids are everywhere, have you seen the local goth clubs? We might as well surrender. Damn!'

Drake suddenly leans back, dragging his mic with him.

'This conspiracy goes to the top my friend, they have been infiltrating our government ever since Roswell. WHy else would it all be so well covered up? They know how to control us, and they control everything. So what can we do... Just what can we do against something like that?...'

Drake takes a few deep breathes and looks at his co-hosts for a moment. He suddenly has a revelation...

'Oh, uhh... unless you meant we have to do something about your wife...'

"Naw, I already figgered what t' do 'bout her.  Gots her locked up in the basement.  No aliens gettin' t' here dere.  But what's we gonna do 'bout this conspirycy?"

Amanda rolls her eyes, she is fairly sure this is just some drunken dumbass redneck whose wife was probably seeing jonny-come-lately down the street. Coupled with copious amounts of alcohol during the pregnancy led to an oddly mis-shapen child. Poor thing.
"Hey Drake, maybe you can tell me why aliens only prey on cattle and..." she restrains herself. "Mobile home residents?"

*Her mic is turned off a she lets out a small volley of giggles, she cues the sound of cows mooing, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she tried so hard to keep from laughing loudly*

He calls in and one of the call buttons light up.

She turns off her mic and answers the phone. She si treated to a lengthy tyraid about how stupid and rediculous this whoile monster hunting business was...but then it was followed with a shameless plug for his gun shop. She laughs and then is quiet. She reaches over, taking a note pad from Lenor, she begins to write down an address and some various comments. She hangs up and looks to Lenor.
"That was interesting."
Then it seems Drake had passed out at the mic. She rolls her eyes and takes over.
"Well, you let us monster hunters deal with the conspiracy. Tell you what, we'll send some interns down to your location to check out your alien baby. With proof, we might make some headway. But, we have to take other callers now hun. I hope you have a nice night."
She says her goodbyes to the trailer trash and hangs up. She returns to the mic.
"All right, we have enough time for one more caller before we leave ya'll for the night. So, impress me snitches!"
She sits back, waiting on a phone call.  

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She click on one of  the lighted up caller buttons and listens to the person on the line.

"wassup! Im on the radio man!." Sean laughs for about 20 seconds, "Ive some shhi...." He catches himself before swearing on the air and laughs once more. "...stuff to tell you all about."

She raises a brow.
"Oh yeah, well darling, what's yer name and whatcha got baby?"

"my name is...jerry...yea my name is jerry. i want to talk about aliens and shi..stuff. you see im one of the unlucky people who have been abducted by those motha....jerks."

"You were abducted? Well darlin, why don't you tell ol' VA all about it?"
She smirks a bit. She doesn;t think aliens are abducting people...but then again, maybe they are. Maybe we are like a giant ant farm to some giant alien's kid?