Piranhas in a Bathtub


You barely notice the neon WIMP ("The Imp") logo and lit "On Air" sign in this studio, as it's hard to distract yourself from the horrendous cacophony of noise emitting from the huge speakers. The hunters in the broadcast booth don't seem to be running things as much as clutching their ears in torment.

"Hell only has one radio station," explains Stopheles, "but for our honored guests, Piranhas in a Bathtub, we were more than happy to change our format to musical theater, though we only play one artist." He bobs his head to the music.

"Look at those request lines! They're lighting up like it's Christmas," snickers Blackwell.

"We servants of the inferno leave very little to chance; our employees are summoned to make these calls personally," explains Blancwell as he pokes his cell phone.

"There's very little work for the DJs here. Demons request what they want to hear and for how long, and it plays automatically; regardless of whether the last request is complete." You get the feeling that the request log might be useful, but you can't see it from here. The good news is you can hear the music loud and clear. The bad news is you can hear the music loud and clear.



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