Radio Free Malton/Sharpie the Zob
Please enjoy this high-fidelity recording of the inaugural RFM Sharpie the Zob mission!
- Muffled noises: a thud, people bickering, a door is kicked open
Barry: Grab 'im grab 'im grab 'im!
Tony: Ahhh ... ah - ahhh! He's biting me!
Barry: Perfect - perfect leave your arm right there. Shaw! Can you hold its arms?
Shaw: Fuck no!
Tony: Ahhhh!
Shaw: Don't damage my intern too much Barry, he needs that arm to make coffee.
Tony: Oh my god, ahhh please make it stop.
Gorbonzo: *chomp* Ahahaha! Intarhn Barrggaaaz!
Barry: Right! Got it! Tony ... try and keep his teeth caught in your ulna!
- There is a squeaking noise as a Sharpie writes on taut, shiny skin
Barry: Hahah! Mission accomplished.
- There is a thud as a zombie is kicked to the ground; the sounds of running feet are followed by a slamming door
Barry: Keep your chin up Tony. Who has some painkillers for this boy?
Shaw: Hahah ... sorry Barry - I forbid you from wasting morphine on the intern.
Tony: *whimper* *small voice* Am I infected?
- A confused - but happy zombie stands up and shambles off. On his forehead is written
RADIO FREE MALTON, WHERE WE FLAT OUT FUCKING RULE - Barry Bravado
