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Welcome to Chaos! - Silly podcast!

JanesBatter

Zenith of Bakers
Yesterday marks three years in the past, where on that particular day something of significance happened.

"Welcome to Autoparts!" - to Chaos.

Before we begin on some of my favorite stories this week, a small message from the world Senator. I cannot read Wookiee too well, as my translator droid had perished by the heinous acid-spitting beast that lives in our station, but I'll try to speak it as well as I can. RAAAWR RAAA PURR GAAAAAA!!! Raaa!! Purr. RAAAAAAAWG!!! That will conclude the message from our senator.

This week on what had been translated before our favorite droid who's serial number had been burned off before I could get a chance to act like I had feelings before it died, the Kashyyyk galactic weekly board.
This sunday: Bring your wookiee youngling to work day. This sunday: Bring your wookiee youngling to work and teach it your simple skills that allow you to get paid day. This sunday: Teach your wookiee youngling your basic skills for work and ditch it as your replacement day. If you do not have a wookiee youngling one will be provided for you. If you do have a wookiee youngling, are you sure?
Monday: The only section here is a message from Monday's representatives. "Monday would like you to leave it alone. It is not its fault that you are emotionally unpepared for your professional lives."
Tuesday: We've given up on Tuesday. Time and time again we've tried to change it, and failed. We decided to leave it alone and let it be it's own thing.
Wensday: ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY GOD OF CLOUDS.

On related notes to our droid who had previously perished, we are unsure if it was a bad or good thing as they did seem to have quite the devious personality. If any of our super good wubby dubby techno supporters would like to transfer us a new translator droid, it would be most appreciated as we cannot understand the many wookiees surrounding our station throwing flaming materials at our windows.

Please adopt the pet.

After many complaints from our last podcast from the local wookiees and their games, a new poll is coming up to select a few programs to see which of us are human, and which of us are secretly bots from the following quote.
"To air, is human. To air, is also computer."
Please fill in and sign your polls by this Tuesday. Any time after that will be disregarded as many of us are having feelings of a purge on the dreaded Tuesday.

Time, one of the most relevant and irrelevant things in your life. People claim to never have enough time, yet there they are not spending "only 200,000 credits on a new ship at space Ignition Autoparts! Here at SIA you will find all of your ship's needs, including many of our 'top of the line' ships for you and your loved ones!" while they fly through endless space wondering what to do.

In more irrelevant and not news, a worm has found its way into the station. I'm "not spending only 20,000 dollars on a whole diagnostic and replacement for all your computer needs! Found a glitch? Stop by SIA! Thought we only did ships, didn't you? That's right! Ships need top of the line computers and navi systems! Stop by today and get .001 percent off your next two purchases!" - so in conclusion to this report, everyone in the village had either perished or went into a new form of life that we as simple beings cannot yet understand.

And now to the weather. We have two stories, this time! Whoever gives us these things needs to stop sending the weird videos.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0p8gk_zHSA&ab_channel=AdultSwim
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdsJDLSI_Mo&ab_channel=AdultSwim
"Tiny Rick Song" "Let me out" - Rick and Morty
[member="Dredge"]

But for real, your regularly updated weather.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twqM56f_cVo&ab_channel=takeSomeCrime


Parov Stelar - Catgroove


Despite the usual miracles that claim to make themselves happen every time we play the weather report, nothing today has happened. All we can see on our screens is a dancing pirate with metal hook-like hands, a bandage on their eye, and a winged rat.

This, is not good. I suppose I'll have to write to you dear readers from memory.

Our very own ex senator, [member="Alexander Sannes"] is looking to branch out and explore what the galaxy has to offer. Would you like to meet them? Contact them soon!

With new senators in, and old being kicked out, new news and more mores should be flooding in any day now. We await eagerly to see what the new office will have in store for all of us. May their wisdom and poor judgement act fully on all of us.

Now to our sponser, [member="James Justice"], a news report for the air and computer polls from our lead scientist, [member="Bhaltair Dhimani"], and possibly if we're lucky, a codex report from our very own special guest, [member="KeCholo"]!

"You need researchers, today! Here at SIA, Space Ignition Autoparts you can fiii- ERROR. - ERROR. - ERROR. - - 3,000,000 credits successfully transfered."

Bzzzt. Made of plastic... fantastic... vat... help us. Bzzzt.
 

JanesBatter

Zenith of Bakers
I would like to personally thank KeCholo for their review on the codex, and another special thanks to [member="Alexander Sannes"] for seeming as confused as I was when I first heard that I was going to be forced to take this job. It was pleasant in the end, trust me, but still surprising non-the-less. I really probably have told you more than I should of my job. Stay tuned for more of me accidentally telling you illegal things. It should be alright as long as it's an accident.
 
Hello, I am James Justice. Many of ye know me for my many crime-based activities including; arson, larsony, theft, grand theft, grand theft auto, grand theft auto IV, assault, assault with batter, assault with a deadly weapon, aggravated assault, chillax assault, and yes, even loitering.

All those crimes makes me tired and hungry. Frankly, even listing them thar crimes made me tired, hungry, and thirsty. When I am tired, I go to the Angel's Den, where variety is the Vice of life. I have been in most every club across the galaxy. Frankly, most are--$%@&. Wait, what? What the *&^% do ye mean I can't say $%@& on galactic tv? I paid #$@! dollars for this scene, I will say whatever I #$@% please! Oh? Contact? Oh, ok, I won't say $%@&. Ok, I'll stop saying $%@& just get off me $%@& $%@& back about this $%@&! Ugh!!

Anyway mates, the Angel's Den, located in Dal'Bor, the, er, jewel of the Outer Rim. Hey, stop snickering, we call it that! In a city of vice, the Angel's Den stands out among them as the best there is. One of my personal favorite highlights of a night in the Den is when we unleash those who have made me as a political enemy into the pit of the Rancors! Ever wonder why me daughters never have a second date? This would be why, lads. Take note and decide if ye think its worth it. I'll give ye a hint, it ain't.

So, come on by and stop in at the Angel's Den. We got tons of vice for ye--and trust me, I got room for one more lad in the Rancor pit. Always.
 

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