Empire Records and Bidet [4/29]

[notentirely]

Lucas opened Empire. He had absolutely no idea what was going on on the island.

Today's music mix: Sex Pistols, Violent Femmes, the Clash, the Ramones . . . pretty much anything punk with an explicit lyrics label.

There might be some Eminem in there, too.

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[chasingangela]

Angela bounced over some very scary cracks and landed in front of Empire Records. She sucked briefly on her forefinger. "Can we go in here?," she asked Artie. "I think it's safe from lava and piranhas."

[superartie]

Artie looked over the store. "Yes! Definitely!" He lead the way in.

[notentirely]

Lucas looked at the little girl who came in with Artie and blinked.

And then dove across the sales desk, grabbed the remote for the stereo system, and stabbed at the buttons, cutting Eminem off just before he could make a particularly lewd comment about a pop star's anatomy.

[chasingangela]

Angela bounced up to the counter. "Hi Mr. Record Store person," she said. "Do you have any Madonna? She's pretty."