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Cecil was currently climbing up onto the roof of the radio station, much to the interns' chagrin. Not surprise of course, just chagrin. The wind whipped around him, and that was a little concerning, but he hadn't fallen yet. And it would be hard to get him down without him actually wanting to come down. He might get hurt just that way.
Anyway, he had a megaphone. Somehow, the radio was still picking up all of this too.
Cecil took a deep breath. Then--
"Fuck capitalism!"
Across town a few miles away, Carlos was working on some science thing in his lab. It was late, so by now he was the only one there, but he didn't mind.
He had the radio on, tuned into his husband's radio station (ahem, the only radio station in Night Vale, thank you very much--but even if it wasn't he'd listen to him, of course). So when he heard that it made him smile gently to himself.
"Hell yeah babe. Fuck capitalism. That’s my man."
He loved him so much."