Dylan had expected to spend most of his summer at Hackett's Quarry alone and locked up in this radio hut from sun up to sundown, which he wouldn't really mind with his equipment to keep him company, but when he learned one of his fellow counselors also dabbled with playing disc jockey, he knew he had his new best friend for the summer. As the song faded out, he leaned over the intercom mic with a bit of swagger.

Goooooood afternoon, campers! The time is currently-- He briefly checked the corner of his computer screen. --1:45, this is your fifteen-minute call to start heading to the mess hall for lunch! Today's menu is meatball subs with fries and a vegetable or fruit of your choice. Yum~!

Just a reminder that it is "first come, first serve", so get it while it's hot! DJ Dylan, out! With that, he clicked off the intercom and began playing another track just as the door swung open behind him. A knowing smirk stretching across his lips, he turns on his swivel chair (much like a Bond villain) and greeted, Well, well-- if it isn't the second-best DJ in Hackett's Quarry.