Bob’s Cubs hat remained pulled down over his eyes. A thin line of drool threatened to break from his chin.
“Aah!” Bob’s feet slid off the CCU. “Jesus, man. Give me a heart attack.”
“C’mon, man,” George said, “The fuckin’ Hockenberger’s promo’s almost over. It’s the old guy’s last show, let’s try not to louse it up for him, all right?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bob said, “Who’s even gonna notice?”
“Just cue Jerry.”
Exhaling, Bob put on his headset. “Jerry? You all set down there?”
“Yeah,” came the staticky reply followed by a yawn, “Let’s make television history.”
“Standing by,” Bob said. George took a heavy seat at the monitor bank and scratched his balls. Bob said, “And three, two, one...”
“Heeeey, kids! Well, as you all know, this is my last show. That’s right. Your old Unkle Kooky is being retired after...after the best thirty years of his life. I know we’re all sad, but c’mon! Let’s turn those frowns upside-down!
“And heeeey, kids! Before I go...for good...I’d like to introduce my new friend. A very special new friend—a .38 special! Let’s see what kind of fun we can have with it!”
Bob looked at George.
George looked at the phones.
The phones began ringing. They would not stop for some time.
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