Reporter in cozy studio (RICS): "Well, Jim, tell us about that Category 4 hurricane out there!"
Jim, hating his correspondance course communication degree nearly as much as he hates RICS: "It's very windy here. Oh no, there went the tin roof of a gas station!"
RICS: "Sounds like it's pretty dangerous, Jim. What are people doing to stay safe?"
Jim: "The smart ones headed inland. There are a few idiots out here drinking beer and having hurricane parties. Authorities have issue them toe tags. As for me, I wishing right now that I had gone to a real college so that I wouldn't be out here in a yellow slicker faking comfortable banter with you! Back to you, RICS!"
RICS: "Wow. Stay safe! And speaking of wind, wait til you get a glimpe of this special Ike windsock made by Gladys Hill. It's a beaut! Gladys is 109 years old, wets herself hourly, and hasn't uttered a coherent sentence since the Vietnam War."