Nightshift 26, Radio Broadcast 2
(Once more, surprisingly without goading from the intercom, the radios of the institute clicked on, the sound of soft jazz filtering out of them. The music lasted but a minute before fading to the background so the DJ could speak once more.)
My my, what a busy night it is. I have to say my friends, seeing you bleed and fall is bringing me down. I think some of you may need to cool it, hit the breaks, or else you’ll take the bad way out of here. Bodybags don’t suit anyone.
I fear that the big bad doctor is getting smarter. He sets his guards well, I can tell you’re frustrated. Hang tight, my friends. You’re getting in there but it isn’t enough. Remember some monsters are just too tough. There’s no shame in shortcuts now and then. But take too many...
The silent puppet master behind his intercom would know all about that - he's a quiet salt tonight, isn't he? Always taking the easy route, always so careful, always so slick. Never risking his own neck….
Too many shortcuts makes a man forget the true worth of his own skin.
Let me tell you something, my friends. Your skin is only worth what you’re willing to risk for it. But don’t start being reckless. I know you're desperate but you need to cool it. Stay smart. And take heart, friends, I am here to give you aide, as always.
I’m one hep cat, remember. I see your pain and I hear your pleas and I reach out to you.
If you cats and kitties want a little something that can fit in your kick and add some burn to your punch, make your way to the rooms where the women come and go. If you hurry, you may score yourself a freeby.
And if you want to leave me a request… well knock me a note. But keep it cool and don’t sign your name. You don’t want to meet the same fate as my comrades.
Jack out.
(And once more the radios went silent.)
My my, what a busy night it is. I have to say my friends, seeing you bleed and fall is bringing me down. I think some of you may need to cool it, hit the breaks, or else you’ll take the bad way out of here. Bodybags don’t suit anyone.
I fear that the big bad doctor is getting smarter. He sets his guards well, I can tell you’re frustrated. Hang tight, my friends. You’re getting in there but it isn’t enough. Remember some monsters are just too tough. There’s no shame in shortcuts now and then. But take too many...
The silent puppet master behind his intercom would know all about that - he's a quiet salt tonight, isn't he? Always taking the easy route, always so careful, always so slick. Never risking his own neck….
Too many shortcuts makes a man forget the true worth of his own skin.
Let me tell you something, my friends. Your skin is only worth what you’re willing to risk for it. But don’t start being reckless. I know you're desperate but you need to cool it. Stay smart. And take heart, friends, I am here to give you aide, as always.
I’m one hep cat, remember. I see your pain and I hear your pleas and I reach out to you.
If you cats and kitties want a little something that can fit in your kick and add some burn to your punch, make your way to the rooms where the women come and go. If you hurry, you may score yourself a freeby.
And if you want to leave me a request… well knock me a note. But keep it cool and don’t sign your name. You don’t want to meet the same fate as my comrades.
Jack out.
(And once more the radios went silent.)