Occasionally, Station Management decides it's going to eat Cecil.
Which isn't all that surprising, to be honest, considering Cecil's inability to keep his mouth shut about certain things. Mainly things that are on the city council's list of Things That Are Not To Be Acknowledged Or Talked About. And since Station Management and the city council sometimes seem to be working in tandem, it makes sense that things that Cecil does to upset one party would circle back to upset the other as well. Quite frankly, it's a miracle the broadcaster has survived this long at all.
Cecil Baldwin has been on the radio a long time. A long time. If one asks around, even the most elderly of grandparents will remember hearing his voice on the radio during their childhoods. (Nobody's actually sure how that's possible, but considering everything else in their town, they can't be bothered to care enough to look into it.) That said, if anything were to happen to such a beloved and ingrained member of Night Vale, such as 're-education', being swallowed by the Dog Park, or, as the case may be, being eaten by Station Management, the town would probably riot and resort to using blood magic to bring him back. There would be an issue.
The interns aren't stupid. They knew what they were getting into when they were first hired by NVCR. They also know that Cecil's life is valued far above their own, which is why all of them are currently standing outside the raging Station Management's door debating who gets to be ritualistically sacrificed to their boss this time. All of them are rather reluctant, seeing as they've only just lost Dana to the aforementioned Dog Park, the oldest and wisest.
"I ain't doing it," Intern Lacey asserts, crossing her arms. She has all the attitude of a Sassy Black Woman, despite the fact that her entire family is of Croatian descent. "It's my job to make sure people eat 'round here. If I die, everyone dies."
Intern Lacey has a point. She did take up that role after Dana...left. The other three sigh and let her off the hook.
"I was just hired," Intern Anette says meekly. She's a tiny girl not even out of high school yet, and the others decide to take pity on her.
Interns David and Patrick turn to each other.
"...Rock-Paper-Scissors."
"Fine."
Three rounds later, Intern Patrick is clutched in Station Management's gaping maw and the other three are going about their business as usual, besides clearing yet another space in the break room to bury whatever remains might be left of their compatriot later.
"You can come out now, Cecil," Lacey calls into the sound booth, and Cecil crawls out from under his desk, coughs awkwardly, and resumes the broadcast.
All is well in Nigh Vale for now, all in a day's work.
A/N:
Pfff it's late. Whatever. This is just a headcanon of mine, that the interns regularly have to make sacrifices to Station Management whenever it gets pissed.