Hello, hello! I'm Gordon Frohman! Commin' to you live from the big red
barn that's in the only river that leads out of City 17! This is the
Gordon Frohman Show! Starring Gordon Frohman!
This morning at 5:00 AM, the Combine shelled my neighbor's house. That, was pretty sad. I was laying down in my bed, listening to my neighbors screaming. So, after the shelling stopped, I grabbed my handy shovel and went over to my neighbor's house. All I'm going to say is that those headcrabs are going to need special care to heal those wounds. That is, if they're not already dead. The only bad thing happened when I got back to my house. I discovered that my pet headcrab had trashed my kitchen and I found dead fish flying all over the place. And, of course, there was my headcrab, its butt sticking out of the refrigirator. Geeze, pets these days. Oh, hold on one sec, *leaves* *you hear screaming* "WHAT THE?! Humper and Lammar! I told you guys to leave each other alone! Get down hear right now! I told you not to fight over... wait a minute. What's that? OH CRAP! COMBINE SNIPER! MOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEE!" *comes back* All right, Don't expect to hear from me for a day. I gotta move my home/station outta hear. This is Gordon Frohman, hastily signing off. Humper! Get off that lamp!
