UNSJ RADIO

PAUL converses with d.j. and station dude about DAT, CD and this great 
new thing, vinyl!  also reminisces about the time at MUN radio they 
did an entire acid trip on the air...  Then notices a recording 
going on in the studio.

DJ:	This is our recording studio.

PAUL:	Looks like a recording going on?

DJ:	Ya, CornCo.

PAUL:	Oh, I think I've heard something about them.  They're supposed to be the hot young comics.

DJ:	You didn't see their show?

PAUL:	No.  I don't get out much.  What are they laying down?

DJ:	Laying down?

PAUL:	You know, recording.

DJ:	Ah, well, actually, I think they're recording their spoof of, well, your show.

PAUL:	Really?  Wow, that's ... great!  Kind of an honour, I guess, to be parodied.

DJ:	Ya, absolutely.

PAUL:	I gotta hear a bit of this.  

DJ:	Well, o.k.

SFX:	THEY ENTER CONTROL ROOM.

DIRECTOR:	O.k., rolling.

ANNOUNCER:	Stay tuned for the Greased Stern: Newfoundland's Cultural Vaseline.

KAZOO CHORUS:	Dun, dun, dun, continues underneath, and then crashes into theme.

ANN:	This week on the Greased Stern:

VOX 1:	A random line that suggests vulgarity!

VOX 2:	Up your nose with a rubber hose!

VOX 3:	Blah, blah blah, BLAH, BLAAAH!

VOX 4:	Uh oh.

PM:		Waaaaaaaahhhh!

KAZOO CHORUS PLAYS THEME:

PM:	Good morning peoples of the universe, my name is Paul Molive.  
	Today, all kinds of empty fluff; the biggest kind of lies;  more paranoid 
	homophobia; and endless references to the 1970s!  All this for me, with you, 
	on the Greased Stern: Newfoundland's Cultural Vaseline!

PAUL MOLIVE:	Whew.  What a week!  I did absolutely nothing, and I have so 
	much to say about it that my head is a hot air balloon stretched to bursting.  
	Fortunately, Slathereen Handjob is here with another installment of Work the 
	Words Up Ya.  Slathereen!

SLATH:	Is that a giant nautical machine in your pocket, Paul, or are you just glad to see me?

PAUL:	Oh, Slathereen, I love your sense of humour.

SLATH:	You're beautiful, Paul.  Let's fuck now.

PAUL:	Ah, c'mon, let's talk about a dirty book first.

SLATH:	O.k., this book is called The Feminist Fatale, and it's perfect fodder 
	for having a few more laughs at women's expense.

PAUL:	Been there.

ISH:	Paul, what are you doing?  You're supposed to be down in the Vault 
	pretending to be interested in clips of even older style radio shows.

PAUL:	Ish Lundrigan, Director of Radio, and coming in behind him --so to speak-- 
	is reactionary blowhard J. Richard Candu Reactor, and he's experiencing a meltdown.

WOMAN DIRECTOR:	O.k., cut.  The Paul character still isn't right.