Reluctantly, Frasier pulled his Mercedes into the KACL parking lot, dreading the thought of entering the building. But he couldn't stop thinking about what he'd told his
listeners hundreds of times; the best way to conquer your fears is to face them head on.
With a new found confidence he smiled and walked into the building, giving no thought of the chaos that ensued there on Saturday night. He smiled as he walked
down the hallways, nodding politely at the familiar faces he passed along the way.
However, by the time he reached the studio, he was a complete basket case.
"Hey, Frasier." Roz said when he entered the booth. He couldn't help but notice that she didn't bother looking up from her magazine.
"Roz." Frasier grumbled. "I trust your... dental problems are resolved now?"
She flashed him a smile. "Oh yeah! I'm good as new! And yesterday morning, the dental hygienist actually called me to ask how I was doing. Seems the Novocain they
gave me was a lot stronger than it was supposed to be."
Frasier's eyebrows rose. "Imagine that!"
Roz rolled her eyes. "Whatever. But can you believe that? The hygienist actually calling to make sure that I was okay?"
"Well, that certainly was nice of her."
"Him." Roz corrected. "We have a date tonight!"
"Why does that not surprise me?" Frasier asked.
Roz put her hands on her hips. "Hey! What in the hell does that mean? I don't go out with just anyone, you know! Although... there was this really hot guy at the gas
station who wants to meet me at The Sure Thing for a drink tonight."
"What an appropriate place!" Frasier said. "I have no doubt it will live up to its name."
"Shut up!" Roz yelled. "God, I knew better than to tell you anything while you're in one of your moods!"
"Well pardon me for being just a little agitated!" Frasier yelled back. "Your life wasn't turned into a disaster! And all because I was trying to bring a little class to KACL
by staging a little radio drama!"
"You're blaming me for this?" Roz asked. "If it weren't for your... idiotic brother-."
"Oh yeah? Well tell me, Oh Great One... How hard is it to say multiple murderer?"
"Hey! It's not MY fault I could hardly talk! My mouth felt like it had cotton balls in it! You can't expect me to-."
"Hey! Hey! Be quiet" Kenny yelled as he burst through the door. "I can hear you all the way down the hall-and so can everyone else for that matter! Now, if you want
to remain employees of KACL, you'll pipe down! Got it?"
Frasier and Roz nodded in silence.
"Good! Now don't you have a show to do?"
When Kenny left the booth, Roz and Frasier headed for their respective places in the studio.