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"This is the place!"
We all walked in the multi-room building. Gosh, I hate summer. Isn't it posed' to be warm? Guess not, because it isn't. It sucks more that we have to get jobs. Right out of collage and I already get accepted to a job that had nothing to do with my scholarship at all. Although, I liked this new job already. It may have nothing to do with my collage studies I've had-but it's a pretty sweet job. Also, It helps that all-well mostly all-of my friends have been accepted here too. It's me, Kenny, Butters, Kyle, Craig, Tweek, Clyde, and Pip. So It's not like this weird job is boring. I mean, working at a radio station is probably not what we had planed for our job's. But the pay is good and we all ended up together, so I'm not complaining.
"Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick, your in station one."
"Sweet dude!", We high five and set our crap inside our station. Walking back out, we listened to the rest of the placement's.
"Kyle Broflovski, Tweek Tweak, your in station two. Craig Tucker, Clyde Donovan, you in station three. Uh, Pip? The owner want's to speak to you personally for something. That's all."
"Wait! W-what about me!", Butters asked as everyone else left to their stations.
"Oh! I'm sorry, your in station two with Kyle and Tweek."
Kenny nudged my arm, "Their a threesome, Stan! Get it? Get it?"
I just smiled and walked back into our station. Kenny followed.
"So, Stan, this place bring you here too, huh?", Kenny asked, starting to set up a personal touch to our station-including many magazines of god only know's, porno.
"Yeah, it's weird though. They wouldn't tell me who the owner was."
"Hm. Ah, well, I don't care. This place pay's for the awkwardness."
And it was true. This place gave you 250 dollars an hour. That's a damn lot of money. The inner-com came up inside our stations, croaking before continuing,
"*Ahem* All of the new employ's-if your in need of a place to stay, please gather your luggage and report to the main door. And DO NOT come to the office. Go to the MAIN DOOR. Thank you."
We all were staying here. We already signed in and got out rooms, so most of us simply continued to set up our stations. The inner-com came up one more time, about twenty minutes later telling us the radio stations were closed and to either leave or go to our personal rooms. Me and Kenny said night to eachother and split up to go to our rooms.
I got this odd feeling though. This isn't a normal radio station, is it? Who's the owner? Why doesn't anyone know? Why'd they accept everyone here? How'd this 'owner' know that we all knew eachother? How?
What's going on?
TBC...