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Under a moonless sky, in a wasteland illuminated only by a faint light at the entrance of a stone house, a being of shadows and tentacles dragging a radio outside.
It places the device with a delicacy that does not belong to its kind, beings full of bloodlust and hungry for destruction, on the ground while connecting it to an antenna almost as old as the house. Static begins to sound and the creature's entire body shudders with despair.
It moves a couple of buttons, and it waits. One heartbeat, two. The static disappears and the only voice the being-state has heard for almost two centuries pierces the air like a beam of light:
“Good evening, this is Kim Rok Soo from Earth 0C8J1S1, dimension L8S0H0, southern region. Before we begin, we have a special request from a listener.”
A high-pitched yet distorted scream overcomes the sound of the radio, the windows of the house shake and the light flickers, the happiness felt by the abandoned telur is unbearable.
“You still owe me money, I know who you are, you know who I am. I haven't forgotten that you still haven't given me back what I lent you to help you buy some cookies.”
About three seconds of silence is all it takes for the announcer to speak again, his monotone tone from start to finish bringing calm back to the listening creature. “Well, that certainly is a threat.”
“So, let's get started with today's program.”