"Alright, we have Karane on line one," Link informed Ghirahim.

The demon grumbled,"Alright, let's get this over with." Ghirahim wasn't exactly all for the idea of his own radio show. Especially with Link for his assistant. He also didn't want to share his secrets with a bunch of idiotic people who were ignorant and completely lacking any self-awareness.

Link pressed a button and suddenly the fuzzy voice Karane came through. "Ghirahim?" the girl asked.

"That's me," the demon replied, trying to hide the disgust in his voice.

"Thank you so much for having me! I have a question."

Well, duh! What an idiot... "Mm-hmm." There was a slight pause.

"Okay, here it is. Ghirahim, what happened to your eyebrows?" Karane asked hesitantly.

Ghirahim wanted to stick his hand through the microphone and smack this girl. "My eyebrows? I, er, chopped them off," he explained.

"Why?"

"Well, you see..." There was a pause. "A Remlit. A Remlit clawed them up and I had to dispose of them, because somebody dropped the horrid creature off at my doorstep at nighttime!" The demon shot an evil eye at his assistant. "Anything else you must know?!" He lost his cool when he heard Link laughing behind him.

Karane remained silent.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit frazzled right now," Ghirahim explained. Then Karane burst out laughing. Ugh.

When Karane settled down, she asked another question. "Well, where are your scars?"

The demon groaned inwardly. "It's called makeup, dear," he explained in his most fabulous voice.

"Demons wear makeup?" Karane gasped. "Guy demons?" She giggled.

Great, more juicy gossip for this chatterbox to spread. Ghirahim decided it was time to wrap this up before he said something he'd really regret. "Karane, I'm afraid we are out of time," he informed her, motioning at Link.

"Alright, thanks for sharing!" she yapped. Link flipped a switch and Karane was no longer on the line.

"Alright, GhiraRadio will be back after this short news break," the demon explained to all of his listeners. Suddenly he was off the air.