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[goodnightdearlisteners]

[It's been a while since Cecil has been seen on the network - but really, he looks like the same old Cecil, sporting his too-loud clothes and smiling an easy, bright smile. There's something in his hand, just barely concealed between his fingers...something small and plastic with a faded label.]

Hello, Turtle! It's your friendly neighborhood radio host here, just...looking for a bit of advice, actually. I got something in the auctions - something that I just don't know what to make of.

[A beat of consideration, all three eyes looking towards the camera...and then he opens his hand, holding up the item in question - an old cassette tape, labeled in faded letters: 'Cecil Radio Test - Age 15.'

Also what appears to be a small, vaguely feline monster just sort of...floats behind Cecil from one side of the camera's view to the other, making a low rumbling sound and clutching a ball of yarn in long, wicked claws. But never mind that.]

See...the really weird thing is that I do not remember making these tapes. And I am curious, but I also just...I don't know what's on them. I mean, I could just play them over the radio, but they could be personal, and I just...this isn't Night Vale, I don't really want to just throw my life at people who haven't met me in person yet, you know?

[He fusses with the tape in his hands, turning it over as if maybe it will divulge a hint in the form of ethereal wailing that fills the room - but of course, it doesn't. It's not that kind of cassette tape, duh.]

I think what I really need is for someone to talk me into listening to these privately. Really sell me on it. I just have this weird feeling about them....

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[backinakidflash]

What is that?!

[Bart is tapping on his screen, right where said floating feline is.]

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[goodnightdearlisteners]

[Cecil is lost. What is he pointing at?]

...I already said, it's a cassette tape? You know, you play it, and there are sounds on it....

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[backinakidflash]

I know what a cassette tape is. You aren't that retro. I mean the Cheshire Cat dude.

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[puppetfetish]

_{[ irrelevant to everything— and no reaction to the floating cat in the background. ]}

what a soothing voice you have.

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[goodnightdearlisteners]

[Awwwww, how sweet!]

Awwww, thank you! I'm a radio host. My voice is my instrument, and I try to take good care of it.

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[puppetfetish]

_{[ He wants you to just read graphic novels to him with a voice like that. ]}

no shit.
its like an instrument manufactured in heaven.
congratz on that.
A+ voice would listen again.

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[goodnightdearlisteners]

You're so sweet!

Have we met?

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[puppetfetish]

no.

but son of a jesus dick.
you should listen to those motherfucking sickass tapes.
reason why is because of yolo.
all you need.

[fearlessherosheart]

Ah, well, one cannot be expected to remember everything in one's life.

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[goodnightdearlisteners]

Oh, I know that - it's just that I...actually don't remember anything about these at all. I don't even remember having a tape recorder! Isn't that weird?

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[fearlessherosheart]

Perhaps, if I knew what a tape recorder was.

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[soulstoker]

Well, er... Not remembering what that tape is makes it all the more mysterious, right? It's kind of exciting! Who knows what you might find out if you listen to it... [Leia sort of trails off since whoa man what is that cat behind you.]

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[cowled]

[... well this sure as hell looks like someone to keep an eye on, ergo...]

Why not have someone else watch them first? Someone you trust, obviously. Then they can let you know whether or not they're at all... 'weird'.