"I got t'radio to work again!" Lucy chimed, dancing into the Mystery Room as a pumped up techno beat blared through the speakers.
"Dear god, I thought I'd seen the last of that thing." Alfendi murmured to no one in particular.
The radio screeched for a good five minutes. "Oh no."
Ladies and gentlemen, due to circumstances beyond our control, we are unable to continue our broadcast of dance music. We shall continue now with our piano interlude.
"What the hell kind of station are you on?"