The door to the broadcasting room swings open as Alastor prances through the door. "Good morning, darling!" He chimes with a bright smile and a theatrical wave of his hand. "You'll never believe today's latest artical. Apparently that killer on the loose struck a juice joint down on Sunny Avenue late last night." He takes the chair next to you, spinning in it before laughing. "I guess you can say that doll isn't walking on the sunny side of the street anymore, ha!"
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