The last song finished as I handed him the page. He read it as he spoke the usual station ID spiel, then threw it to a bright, boppy tune.
I pointed without looking at his producer.
"Ready to cut in, Sally. Dan, read the thing, we're obligated."
He shook his head.
"Why? They can't change anything, we're all dead in minutes, missiles are on route, let them have their innocence."
"They deserve to say goodbye to their loved ones, and they might have shelters!"
He shook his head, I pulled my gun and fired before Sally got "Fooled you!" out.
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