I look up, noticing the group of Balto's, all of them dangling their D's like some sort of orgy. I realize my life has no meaning, and I sit down, holding my head in my hands. This saddens the Balto's, and they stuff their D's back into their pants. "Hey, what's the matter?" He asks me, sitting down. "It's all gotta end. All of it. And I never even got to interview moose." I sob. Balto is silent, my words obviously sinking in. "So, you mean TeaTime has to end?" He asks. "Yeah. This is the finale." I say. "No." Balto states. "Listen you little ****, this is my..." I say. "No I mean it can go on." He says. "Like a good roofie, it must never end." I lift my head up. Looking skyward. "Yeah." I say. "Yeah. I can go on." "That's the spirit." He says. "Now go out there and get..." He is suddenly plowed through the wall by a moose. Moose has terrible timing. The next morning I wake up, ass naked as usual. I sprint to the bathroom, and wash up, putting on my suit as I go. I pause as I run out the door to look at my cat, getting into his litter box. I have replaced the litter with pop rocks. I am evil. I then run out the door, into the bright, airy, breezy morning. "It doesn't have to end!" I yell to the sky. "Put some pants on!" My elderly neighbor yells. I look down. I guess it was a little breezier than normal. When I reach the studio, Steven is waiting for me. "So, I have a couple guys booked." He says. "Bulldog, and several others." "I prefer Rottweilers." I state. "No." Steven sighs. "His name is Bulldog." "Well that's retarded." I chortle, sucking on a can of red bull. "Yeah." He says. "Sometimes I wonder how you got this job." "It was because the other interviewer died of heart failure." I say. "I'm sure a bullet to the face would give me heart failure too." He says. "Shut up before I try." I laugh. "So what's next?" He asks. "Because no offense, but this short episode really sucks." "The what?" I spit redbull. "Are you breaking the fourth wall again?" "What wall?" He asks. "Also, to you readers, TeaTime will be continuing." "Don't do that." I warn, chewing a donut. "So who's waiting?" "Bulldog." He says. "Alright, let's go greet him."
Idk. It was a continuation of the first balto interview, and announcement that I didn't find a new host, so I will keep going