My Dinner with Station Management

Chapter 4: Jazz Fusion

Cecil checked the time. 8:00. The hour of romance, he prepared himself mentally and physically for his guest. He would be in the presence of the most perfect person who ever existed. Cecil brushed his hair, teeth, eyelashes, eyebrows, washed his face, put on his face, put on his black jacket and ‘fashion shoes’ and waited eagerly for Carlos while the weather played. Cecil had chosen In A Silent Way by Miles Davis 

“I sure hope Carlos likes jazz fusion!” He said excitedly, showcasing his extensive knowledge of jazz music. 

While Cecil smiled and thought positive and sexy thoughts Intern Rhiarn ran in with a phone call. It was from Station Management.

“Hello?” Cecil answered.

A low pitched rumbling and gurgling, like a walrus drinking a milkshake came from the other end.

“Yes the guest is coming soon, I assure you”

A few screams occurred, then a loud hissing and static.

“No! I can’t do your laundry now! Ask one of the interns”

The building shook violently as disgruntled squelches came from the other end.

“Fine, fine!”

Cecil grabbed Intern Rhiarn and dressed her to look like him, except nowhere near as good as him. He grabbed one of his toupees, a purple sweater and applied some eye makeup and then pushed her downstairs into Station Management’s office. He blocked out her screams by turning up the volume on the music. Tonight would be perfect, Cecil couldn’t let anything go wrong. Intern Georgia brought in the fruit plate with some complimentary chocolates. Cecil made sure to not kill Intern Georgia.

Cecil finished up his errands by broadcasting the deaths of Interns Rhiarn and Jeremy, sending their families complimentary sporting goods and gave bribes to the city council to keep the radio station alive. Ever since the gelatinous, squid-like, pansexual beast that now is Station Management crawled out from the abyss near Radon Canyon and devoured the former owner and forced Cecil and the thousands of Intern Clones to do it’s bidding, funding for the radio has mostly gone to Station Management’s belongings. He remembered when he looked inside the office and was amazed, the walls gilded with gold, a crystal bathtub and tentacle cleaner and plate of fresh children to eat. Station Management definitely lived the good life. 

Suddenly, a brick hurtled through the window, Cecil ducked as the brick hit Intern Alhana, killing her instantly. Her skull cracked open, allowing her brain to escape and move freely. Perhaps that brain would become a doctor, a lawyer, the next Mayor of Night Vale. The possibilities were endless. Cecil heard a knock at the door and knew who it was.