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@georgenewmanofuhf62
Welcome post for the-scienceof-deductions
George walked up to the stranger who had approached his TV station. ”Hello, I’m George Newman. I’m the manager here at UHF-52. How can I help you today?” He held his hand out to shake the other person’s hand.
Welcome post for dancerofdistantstars
((This is a welcome post for dancerofdistantstars. This is TheDoctorNumber11’s mun btw))
George walked up to the stranger who had approached his TV station. ”Hello, I’m George Newman. I’m the manager here at UHF-52. How can I help you today?” He held his hand out to shake the other person’s hand.
The Visionary wasn’t exactly lost. She just had no idea where she was going. Everything was so different and it had been quite a long time since she’d last been to Earth, well, not this period on Earth. She’d spent two years in the 49th century, but things were a lot different in the future.
It didn’t quite help that her suit had kinked out after the rough landing. She rubbed her head, groggy, slightly out of it, but coming around…slowly.
She realized someone was speaking to her. “Erm, ‘ello.” She smiled tightly. “Hi George. Erm…Actually, perhaps you could help me. I have absolutely no idea where I am.” She looked around. “Or when…” She muttered under her breath watching a passerby.
"The year is 1989," George told her, "That's a bit of an odd question. As for where you are, Tulsa, Oklahoma. I'm the manager of this fine TV station." George motioned at the building behind him. "It's a small UHF station, but very successful with our little town here. About a month ago we made nearly $75,000 selling stock."
Love them!! They are good!
George was a bit surprised. He didn’t expect her to have actually tried them before. “When did you try one?” he asked.
Just a few days ago one of my servants said a company wanted me to try it before they sold it so I did and loved them. I gave the company feedback and then they sold it with my signature on them..guess to make more people buy them. Wonder where they got the recipe
"I knew someone was spying on me!" George said with slight anger, and slight excitement. "So, next question," he said calmly. "What do you think of that guy’s wig?"
George pointed at a member of the audience. He was wearing an ugly, disgusting orange wig with hideous crinkles.
(She looks at him..and covers her mouth..) Um…it looks..good on him?
"No it doesn’t, it’s ugly as heck," George told her and looked at the man, "Dude, take your wig off."
The man took the wig off, revealing his real hair. It was the exact same hair style, except brown instead of orange.
(She nods slowly..) Okay?
"So, much better. Now, you are a queen, correct? What do queens do?" George asked her.
George sat down and looked at his clipboard. ”So, first question, what do you think of that guy’s wig?”
George pointed at a member of the audience. He was wearing an ugly, disgusting orange wig with hideous crinkles.
A smirk came over her lips and she shook her head as she looked at the wig. If she wasn’t ticked off, she might have softened her words, but at this point she didn’t care to.
"Hideous. The person must have horrendously bad taste."
"I agree," George told him and then asked into the audience. "Dude, why are you wearing that wig?"
"My wife asked me to," he told them as he took off the wig to reveal his real hair. The real hair was exactly like what the wig was, except a more natural brown color.
"That looks much better," George stated, "Now, you are a dominatrix, correct? What does that mean?"
Love them!! They are good!
George was a bit surprised. He didn’t expect her to have actually tried them before. “When did you try one?” he asked.
Just a few days ago one of my servants said a company wanted me to try it before they sold it so I did and loved them. I gave the company feedback and then they sold it with my signature on them..guess to make more people buy them. Wonder where they got the recipe
"I knew someone was spying on me!" George said with slight anger, and slight excitement. "So, next question," he said calmly. "What do you think of that guy’s wig?"
George pointed at a member of the audience. He was wearing an ugly, disgusting orange wig with hideous crinkles.
(She looks at him..and covers her mouth..) Um…it looks..good on him?
"No it doesn't, it's ugly as heck," George told her and looked at the man, "Dude, take your wig off."
The man took the wig off, revealing his real hair. It was the exact same hair style, except brown instead of orange.
Welcome post for promisefiveminutes
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George walked up to the stranger who had approached his TV station. ”Hello, I’m George Newman. I’m the manager here at UHF-52. How can I help you today?” He held his hand out to shake the other person’s hand.
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"Oh, it’s okay. Unlike some teenagers today, I know how to work old technology."
George walked over and showed her the phone.
"It’s really easy to use," he told her.
"Oh, yes! I’ve used one of these before, thank you!" Emily picked up the receiver.
"Where have you used one of these before?" George asked.
"My mom took me to a kid’s museum when I was younger, and they had one of these phones in the History Exhibit," Emily replied as she dialed the numbers.
"Where is your mom anyway?" George asked, "Aren't you a little young to be wondering around on your own?"
…Beg your pardon? I have never heard of that kind sandwich. *Krueger was honestly confused.*
"I came up with it myself," George told him excited, "You take a twinkie, cut it open to make a hot dog bun out of it, but...
*Krueger inspects it for a moment, then takes a bite. He chews for a moment, then swallows* Y'know...That wasn't too bad for a junk food item. I like it.
"Most people like Twinkie Weiner Sandwiches," George told him.
+3 || Journeying to Find the Doctor
listenherespaceman, georgenewmanofuhf62, ofwaitingandfairytales
Rose knew that she needed to find the Doctor. She needed to find him so he could stop the darkness. But the thing was about finding the Doctor was that he was a Time Lord could travel in both space and time. The Dimension Cannon could only move her so far in local space, they had no idea if it could move her in time as well. Maybe it could? Who knew?
Although, the Dimension Cannon seemed to have a mind of it’s own. She had no idea how long she’d be in this place since it had a habit of moving her to points where she seemed to be needed most…
George noticed the blond woman outside. "That's strange, she wasn't there a moment ago," he thought but walked out to greet her. Stranger things have happened at that TV station.
"Hello, I'm George Newman, welcome to my television station. This is the building for UHF62," he told her.
ShowTime
"Hello, my next guest on this week’s "Town Talk," is from Gotham City. I’d like to welcome Harley Quinn to the show everyone!" The audience cheers.
Harley sighed. She couldn’t believe Mistah J had put her up to this. She was sure it was to punish her for drinking too much… or to punish her for getting that dent on the Buick… or that time she puked in the Buick… or to punish her spoiling the joke they were going to play on Kitty that one time… or just to punish her.
Maybe - just maybe - it was actually to scope out the place. Mistah J did love to take over TV stations and this one certainly looked like one they could overpower with NO problem, but was anyone watching this channel. Oh, well - show must go on, she told herself and forced a bright smile on her face.
"Thanks, George. Pleased ta meet ya!"
George pulled out a chair for her to sit in. There were several other people on stage with them. One of them was wearing a white hood, clearly a member of the KKK. Another was a little school girl, with blond pig tails. Next to her was a scandly dressed woman. She had chains down her paints and her top was just a bra. It was all black and she was clearly a dominatrix. Next to him, was a hillybilly wearing a cowboy hat and he had a shot gun on his back. George kept standing. "So, have any of you heard of Town Talk before?" George asked.
Love them!! They are good!
George was a bit surprised. He didn’t expect her to have actually tried them before. “When did you try one?” he asked.
Just a few days ago one of my servants said a company wanted me to try it before they sold it so I did and loved them. I gave the company feedback and then they sold it with my signature on them..guess to make more people buy them. Wonder where they got the recipe
"I knew someone was spying on me!" George said with slight anger, and slight excitement. "So, next question," he said calmly. "What do you think of that guy's wig?"
George pointed at a member of the audience. He was wearing an ugly, disgusting orange wig with hideous crinkles.
"Of course," George said as some men came in and started to carry the table off. "The audience is here and the cameras are rolling. Now is when we are expected to do the interview."
Irene shuddered, her hands reaching to touch her hair. Feeling the cake thick against her head, the woman whimpered in disgust. She stood up to her feet, her hand moving down to her face where she wiped away some cream. Flicking it off of her hand, she did it in the direction of the audience, not caring who the flung cream would hit. She went over to the other set of chairs, sitting down upon reaching them. The dominatrix glared at George the best she could with pie on her face.
George sat down and looked at his clipboard. "So, first question, what do you think of that guy's wig?"
George pointed at a member of the audience. He was wearing an ugly, disgusting orange wig with hideous crinkles.
Welcome starter for thatsdoctorquinzel2u
((This is a welcome starter for thatsdoctorquinzel2u ))
"Hello, my next guest on this week's "Town Talk," is from Gotham City. I'd like to welcome Harley Quinn to the show everyone!" The audience cheers.
…Beg your pardon? I have never heard of that kind sandwich. *Krueger was honestly confused.*
"I came up with it myself," George told him excited, "You take a twinkie, cut it open to make a hot dog bun out of it, but make sure the creme stays in, then you put the hot dog in it and cover it with canned squeezy cheese."
…Sounds interesting. I’ll give it a shot. Why not? Sounds like a real experience.
George went to the kitchen and made the sandwich. He came back a moment later with two twinkie weiner sandwiches. "Here," he gave him one.
Love them!! They are good!
George was a bit surprised. He didn't expect her to have actually tried them before. "When did you try one?" he asked.
Okay…(she sits and smiles)
"Camera rolls in 5…4…3…2…1…" came a voice from behind the camera.
When the countdown stopped, George smiled. ”Hello, this is George Newman here with Queen Elsa. Today she’ll be joining us on the show as the special guest. Before we begin, is there anything you’d like to say to the folks at home?” George asked.
Well…I’m honored to be here and that I hope Anna isn’t burning down the kingdom..she’s my little sis…
"So, first question." George looked over his notes. "If Batman and Spider-Man got into a fight, who do you think would win?"
(Elsa thought and smiled) Spidey..web-spider-guy and a guy with just gadegts..that’s why
George looked over his notes again. ”If you had to pick any movie to get a sequel, what movie would you pick?”
(She smiles) Probably Tintin..read all of the cartoons books and the movie came out..but it left me on a cliff-hanger..which I despite it strongly
"Interesting," George stated, "So, what do you think of Twinkie Weiner Sandwiches?"
Okay…(she sits and smiles)
"Camera rolls in 5…4…3…2…1…" came a voice from behind the camera.
When the countdown stopped, George smiled. ”Hello, this is George Newman here with Queen Elsa. Today she’ll be joining us on the show as the special guest. Before we begin, is there anything you’d like to say to the folks at home?” George asked.
Well…I’m honored to be here and that I hope Anna isn’t burning down the kingdom..she’s my little sis…
"So, first question." George looked over his notes. "If Batman and Spider-Man got into a fight, who do you think would win?"
(Elsa thought and smiled) Spidey..web-spider-guy and a guy with just gadegts..that’s why
George looked over his notes again. "If you had to pick any movie to get a sequel, what movie would you pick?"
