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Yeah, I'll take it. This saves me a lot of time and money, actually. Uh...awkward. Well, that didn't go so well, people, but don't you worry. We're gonna try again right after this commercial break. Stick around. I will, boss. And that's been Good For You by Olivia Rodrigo, and you know what? Good for her. Call your man out! Anyways, my name's Sally Belch-Wilson, and this has been 103.5 The Sewer, playing punk, grunge, and everything else your dad said you couldn't listen to as a kid. And you know what else your dad said you couldn't do as a kid? A lot of things, really. Make fun of strangers, but you wanna know what that's what we're gonna do right here right now in The Sewer! Danny, get another prank on the line! Not again! Hey, is this like Tammy? Yes, it is. May I ask who is speaking? Yeah, about that. I hate to be the bearer of bad news here, but I'm a vet tech with the Grungy Boy Animal Health Clinic, and your iguana has an acute case of feline leukemia. What? 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