*Hiromi! Choom! It is happening! Channel 94 now!*
Two news anchors appeared on screen.
"... and so, he was able to escape and make it back home alive."
"That's amazing. Who knew XXL burritos were so versatile!"
"Indeed. We'll be right back with tonight's record-setting list of winning numbers from this week's TC scav den sweep, 'after these messages from our sponsor'. Wow, that made me feel old! Haha!"
The scene cut to a shot from behind of a messy den with a rough looking guy staring at a TV, and a motherly voice over began.
"After a hard day of scavving, it can be a challenge to relax."
The guy reached up and scratched.
"Have you ever felt an itch in your ear, and have to double check there isn't a screwdriver shoved in there?"
The scene changed to a hallway leading to a distinctly empty kitchen with a microwave of food dinging for attention.
"Have you ever wondered why your coworkers are taking so long in the other room and worried they might have been brutally murdered?"
Next a shot of a pile of a sleeping borg.
"Is your enforcer borg's chrome not looking quite so preem when you think of how easily a Burya can put big holes in them?"
The tone instantly changed with a big logo and contact info on screen and the voice changing to a manly growl-shout.
"WELL, WORRY NO MORE!"
*Section 9 security! Raid ensurance, only 250 eddies for a week! Call now!*
"I PERSONALLY GUARANTEE IT!"
As the news came back on, Hiromi called back.
"That's pretty preem work, but there's no way you can make money on a scheme like that. Also, you had a typo."
"Nah, choomie, I meant it that way. It'll be great. We get contact info, and then clear out the place within a week like we promise, and its like getting paid four times for the same job!"