"OH YEAH! What's up SF, this is your bearer of bad news,your deliverer of the good stuff, the voice of the current events in the area, standing tall, looking good, oughta be in Hollywood, your host of Power 102: The Scoop!, Mike Hayes!" Mike said with excitement. His voice boomed through car radios and laptops across campus. _So far so good._ "Alright now I know what everyone's waiting gor me to discuss. The big bang today, and no science majors, I don't mean that thing that started the universe. I'm not talking about what happened between me and one of the vixens on campus either. I'm talking about the car explosion that shook the parking lot outside of a frat house this morning."

"I was in the middle of this thing, watching some crazy people try to pry a car door open. I'm all for being a hero, but being my own hero first... comes first if you hey what I mean." Mike chuckled. "My friend was out there,  trying to be the Dark Night. And I don't mean Batman. You ever see Floyd Banker? This dude look like a tar monster and a shadow had a baby and had it out in the sun every day! Now going back to the story. The police are trying to rule out a terrorist attack, and I'm with them. What terrorists attack a frat house in the morning and fail?  The whole fraternity is inside the house hungover to the point that they can't even move. There's not much being said about the whole thing, but there isn't much to go off of either. Guess god didn't want you driving."

"Now for the scoop given to me by the lovely Nicole Bishop. She's a real sweetheart over there at the newspaper office. And if you think I have great stories, she has the juicy details in the paper. Apparently a freshman got a little too drunk last night and decided to go streaking on the campus baseball field. This dude made sure to shut the lights on for all to see. My friend told me that this guy only made it to third base before campus security got to him. No homeruns for the poor guy... Oh and og anyone knows who he is, just hit my Twitter page twitter.com/scoopoholic. The other story is a good one that I don't know too much about, but a professor was caught with some drugs, and it wasn't the green. Find out in the... Damn what's the name of the newspaper? Well, you know where to find it."

"Alright I got some good news for all my physics majors out there... You know the lovely Dr. Danielson. You know, the female devil of professors. She was found this morning, in a coma. Like she's out. Gone for the season. That means everyone's passing haha! I really hope she's alright, but a lot of students got lucky with this."

_Man what if I was able to talk about my powers. In my perfect world, that would be amazing. Right now, no one would believe it..._

"Now who's going to the Attic tonight? If I was asking this in person, I would expect every single man to say yes. You know why? Kappa Kappa Gamma is about to be there. Not a few, or a dozen, I'm talking about all these beautiful women in one club. And in know some of the gay guys are saying 'why would I say yes?' Well let me put it like this. Those girls are gonna be there, so a lot of guys are gonna be there point blank. A lot of... guys. You get it now don't you? I'll be out there too, letting you in. Just make sure you try to get on the list. Hit me up on Twitter, Facebook, or just text me your name and get in before 9pm for free. If not, you know the deal. 10 for men, and 5 for ladies. Feel free to say what's up, but don't slow the line down..." 

Mike continued to talk and play some music in between. He could talk forever, but with his headache coming back, he stopped the show after 45 minutes. It was 15 minutes before his end time, but he needed to get out of there before he started blabbing about reading minds. Despite the headache, he felt great and nearly forgot about the whole thing with Astrid. As he drove by Alexander Hall, he noticed a fire engine leaving the scene. There was a police cruiser still parked beside the dorm. Mike sighed wondering how bad things might have gotten, but drove on. Like he thought before, it wasn't his business... but what if it was?