Radiostars Page #2

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A new date, you f*** her first,

buy her dinner later?

Benjamin goes to see Avatar.

On the way out,

he puts the glasses on.

Joke too long, Cyril.

Basically,

Ben kills himself,

then listens to Lady Gaga.

Smithers alert.

Smithers is agitated.

Coordinator Smithers has a joke for

us.

Ben, you rape a child,

then you give him candy.

Off limits.

- Most people do the opposite.

- Most people don't rape kids.

Back on charge, Smithers.

Forgive me if I don't laugh.

Hold on, guys.

One single reason

why we should hire you?

To be cool.

Don't you have 6 million listeners?

Not bad.

See you tomorrow.

6-9 with Arnold

and the Breakfast Club crew.

Remember, if your life's shitty,

you shoulda worked harder at school.

The Breakfast Show,

in front of the others

and behind your wife.

Smithers,

draw up his contract.

We pick him up just like that.

Yes.

Sorry, Arnold, but...

Might we know why?

Because I can.

Jeremie,

the CDs are for listeners,

not your homies.

Are you acc...

Not accusing you, I see you.

I wasn't gonna say that.

You totally played me.

You got me to hire your ex.

So what?

Benjamin Jablonsky took your cherry.

He was my 1st boyfriend.

- You start with tongue not cock.

- What?

What's your plan? I'll kill him.

There's no plan, Alex.

The guy's funny.

His dad told me he sells out.

You guys have been slipping.

Don't be such an idiot.

You'll get on.

What's the problem?

Sure, we can discuss your ass.

Like, how's it matured, Ben?

I don't know, check it out.

Can it!

Last night, you DVD-bonded.

Last night,

he hadn't f***ed you!

What the f*** was that this morning?

Quit yelling, will you!

No new writers! We have no money.

Fine, this is Ben.

Frederico, our program director.

You'll see, he's an exceptional boss.

The answer's no.

No?

In NYC, they'd kill for him.

But you say no.

Lucky I went over your head

and they said yes.

Redial, if you don't believe me.

How much will he cost us?

Good question.

How much are you worth?

Ristretto, sugar +4, no swizzle.

43 seconds.

It's boxing!

I don't get all this violence.

Boxing is violent, Cyril.

Destroy the guy!

Take a seat.

Is this the audience ratings party?

No party. We're No.1

and we do what we want.

How'd you get in?

See the dork?

An ass but he loves us.

He's a fan.

Cyril, you loser.

Get off the phone!

Joystick!

Sorry, I got a text.

Go ahead, go for it.

Let's see some action.

Ready to rumble?

Hey, it's me.

What is it?

What is this sh*t?

What a combination!

You call that good news?

No, I don't.

Your joystick's bust?

I'll call you back.

There you go!

Screwed him.

Sore loser!

You got a problem?

What's wrong?

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