[ HERE'S... A DUMBASS, hung off the hook of a crane by the collar of his shirt and swinging gently in the breeze. Luckily he is only about five feet off the ground, but. Still.

How did this happen.
Why is this happening.
Mukhari is not drunk enough for this bullshit.

He sighs, and starts talking half-heartedly to the apparently empty surroundings. ]

Hello?
Hi?
This is Radio Sharak here, anyone listening in?

...Dammit.

C'mon, I'm taking calls!