"Hey, I told you not to touch that stuff!"
The radio came on without any warning, with no introductory music; just a burst of static.
It was Marc's voice that spoke, annoyed and bordering on childish. He was bickering. Bickering with--
"What? This stuff?" said a shocking, disturbing, familiar, and all-around dry-witted voice. The radio squealed
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