A mic clicks off and the replay begins.. The replay has begun across the channel.. Yet the boys sit in the studio together.. Anthony, Jimmy, Opie..

Jimmy leans over to Opie, resting his hand gingerly on Opies thigh. "Great show today boss, I really liked all those apologies.. they really set the mood for how groveling this country is becoming"..

Opie looks at Jim, smiling and chuckling to himself, "Ah yeah.. well you know Jim.. when I used to put up some numbers, I made my fair share of females grovel.."

Jim scoots his chair closer to Opie, grabbing ahold of the studio console with his hand, "Well.. I for one enjoy a good groveling...especially on my knees"

Opie beams across the room at Anthony and flashes him a wicked grin. Anthony, stares back at Opie and yells "Sam, close the blinds..."

Jim, stands from his chair and pushes it away, dropping to his knees and looking up at Opie, smiling and licking his lips "Well.. let's see that delicious V you have first hand..." lifting Opie shirt up and slightly pulling down his pants..

A groan escapes Opies lips.. "Ohh.. a quib or a quip.. just the tip..."

Rustling noises are heard from the other side of the studio, as Anthony is quickly unbuttoning his pants and beginning to furiously masturbate to the image of the raw sexual tension that is unfolding in front of him.

Opie closes his eyes and releases a loud moan, his hands sliding across the board in pure ecstasy as a warm sensation encompasses him... his hands fidgeting through the console..he strikes a button on the board.. "OK FAGGOTS WHATS NEXT"