"This is Campbell Bain's Looney Tunes Show, an' I hope everybody in this old house is ready to rock and roll!" Campbell said into the mic with a wide grin. "This is for all of you havin' ECT tomorrow, hope you get some good vibrations..." He continued as he turned some dials and knobs, Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys slowly fading in.
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Campbell was your best friend in the asylum, and probably the whole world as well. He had such a knack for DJing, you definitely knew he was gonna go and be somebody once he got out of this place. He took off his headphones and placed them off to the side. Campell sat in the rolly chair, his leg bouncing up and down quickly, while you sat on the ground beneath the desk he was at.
He looked under the desk, seeing you huddled under there with your nose in a book. He gently nudged your knee with his foot. You glanced up and he smiled back stupidly, tilting his head slightly to the side.
"How can you even read under there? 'S all dark." He commented, hunched over so he was mostly under the desk. He looked at you with those big brown puppy dog eyes of his, waiting for a response.