“It’s not a frickin’ Hell Planet!,” the DJ’s sidekick protested.
“If you’re not from a Hell Planet, why’s your mom’s house smell like fire and brimstone, huh? Why was the lawn ON FIRE? With DEMONIC BLUE FLAMES?”
I hated this morning show, but it was about the only station I could get, this far off the beaten path. Well, besides the ‘all gloom and doom news, all the time’ network, affectionately known as public broadcasting. Yes, yes, everything’s going to kill us, we know, we know.
“The atmosphere is fifty percent sulfur! THAT is why it smells like that! GEEZE.”