While all the whos of Whoville were at McDonald's eating, the Grinch from his lair started plotting and scheming.

Gherkin flavored fries and odd socks will send them crackers.

So try the Grinch's new meal and head down to Macers.

Until 4th of Jan from 11am, price and participation may vary while stocks last grinched for adults.

Tonight's broadcast is brought to you by the company you depend upon for all of your greatest

needs, heart life. These stories are true dramatizations from our fair city's glorious history.

So listen and remember.

Heart Life, all the life you'll ever need.

The Central Communications Console is the mouthpiece through which we receive the sacred words of our board of directors.

All of HeartLife's broadcasts, popularizers, missives, and memos originate from these rooms, penned into life by the most loyal policies of the Data

Delivery Division.

As most other policies flick off their desk lamps or hang up their overalls for a meal and the allotted 7.5 hours sleep, the Consoles crew are still a work at press and printer to bring the word of heart life to all.

Tonight, however, the Bureau is lit for Cassandra and her team of publicists,

readying her for launch day, a mere few days away.

Cassie, tomorrow you've got the Hope of HeartLife photoshoot,

radio interview with the HeartLife News Network.

Josh, take those ink wells off at Jenny's chair immediately,

and the first recording for your biography back here at 5am Sharp, team, any other business to finish up before we go? Number one, I don't know how that ink could have gotten there. Number two, Ms. Wilkins, for your appearance tomorrow with the transportation workers, will you be wearing the slag-colored suit or the slate? Maybe the granite with your eye color. Hey! Excuse me.

Miss Wilkins, you've got gobs of mail from your fans of the 21st Ward educational facility.

Jenny, really?

Would Miss Wilkins rather sort through an entire day's worth of sticky fan mail from kids

or plan her spectacular look in her ash suit?

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