[Voice.] + [Radio(?).]

[foolproofed]

Hi, hey, howdy, konnichiwa, what's up, and how's it hangin' — been a while since I did one of these.

I mean, it's been a while for this place, anyway; I'm still wrapping my head around, you know, the whole "you were gone for like months" thing when I feel like I've never left. Pretty fucked up, right? I feel cheated out of some trauma or whatever. Good times. But seriously, I've heard it's been as rough as it ever is; hope you guys have been hanging in there. I've only been back a month but it feels kind of tense after that spooky monster problem.

[That said, Marty is actually in a great goddamn mood, so he's gonna damn well spread his cheer.]

As payment, I like to formally introduce you to Marty's Power Hour here aboard the Horror Ship Ala Mode. If you've got any Top 100 Songs from the 80's, 90's, or early 2000's, just shoot me a request and I'll see what I got! I can't guarantee anything, but at least you guys can always clean your weird ol' space rooms to the beat of some of the greatest Earth hits ever. Featuring mostly old pop and rap, because those are the single most important genres of all time. No offense, rock, plenty offense to country. 

[SHOTS FIRED]

Here's a good ol' classic, from me to you! Don't do drugs, kids, unless her name is Mary Jane.

And just for your information, I do know the entire dance routine, thanks.

[There's a click, and his shitty old self-fixed CD player is spinning out a tune:]

"Backstreet Boys - Everybody" (Watch on YouTube)

[HOLLA TRANQUILITY, HERE'S TO ANOTHER MONTH WHERE HOPEFULLY NOTHING ELSE WILL GO WRONG FOR FIVE MINUTES.]

Comments

voice.

[just_be_liz]

[a sigh. you can't see because this is voice, but he's pinching the bridge of his nose like he's trying to stave off a headache.]

What is it that people have against jazz?

voice.

[foolproofed]

Jazz is too brassy.

Like cops.

voice.

[just_be_liz]

[give wes a second on this one because maybe it's your stoner magic, marty but you literally just said that to a cop, well done man. well done.]

Explain that simile to me.

Re: voice.

[foolproofed]

[Marty is in fact magic. Unintentionally so.]

Brassy. You know. The brass. Slang for a cop's badge. Jazz has got too much trumpeting and all that. Both are bad for me, because cops usually wouldn't like when I'm smoking a joint and drinking a bomb-ass smoothie while I'm surfing down my block on a skateboard while.

.............. The less of both for good ol' Martin, the better.

voice.

[just_be_liz]

[just. give him a second here marty. just one second. relaxing breathing exercises or something.]

Please tell me you sleep on one of the lower floors.

voice.

[foolproofed]

Geez, invasive much.

What's it matter? I'm assuming that means you're newer blood.

voice.

[just_be_liz]

It matters because I have a narcotics dog that will bark all night if he smells drugs on my floor and I would like to try and get a full nights sleep in this place.

voice.

[foolproofed]

... Oh.

Well, I hate to break it to you, but your dog's gonna bark at a hell of a lot of rooms.

[He smokes weed everywhere, is what he is telling you.]

voice.

[just_be_liz]

[he is going to punch you in the face marty gdit.]

... that's just perfect, thank you.

voice.

[foolproofed]

You're welcome?

[I'M SORRY OKAY I AM JUST TOO STONER]

If it helps, I'm totally... trying... to cut back.

Like, a joint or two.

voice.

[just_be_liz]

[you're getting the exhausted 'damnit travis' voice now, marty i hope you're happy.]

Just try not to smoke near my room in the middle of the night.

voice.

[foolproofed]

Oh, come on, I've got decent manners for a pothead!

Promise.

voice.

[just_be_liz]

Then we'll get along fine. [maybe. probably not, let's be honest here.]