Trinity FM

I remember doing a show here once and all of the «Committee members» were eating sandwiches and playing Eazy-​E on the computer.
When I asked how the levels of my show were doing, I was called a Punk Ass Sucker and pelted with empty soft drink containers.
One of the engineers held me close and said «Boy no amount o’ carefully worded emails to my supervisor are gonna get you outta this»
He threw his Subway sandwich on the ground and pushed me back. I fell onto the table in the inner studio.
«Do you want me to Jon it up? I hope you don’t wants me to Jon it up.»
I squirmed back into my seat over at the controls. Cries of «Jon it up! Jon it up!» came from the outer studio and one of the other slack jawed members, a large bespectacled man from Clonmel, made his way in, coleslaw dripping from the edges of his mouth.
«Hey boss, you gonna Jon that guy up? Hold on let me get this on snapchat so I can internets it»
Jon, the aggressor turned promptly responded «Yeah, I wants to get this on the online world so all dem fools can see how a Jon-​in’ really goes down.»
By this point I was terrified, my spine was seizing up, as if thousands of tarantulas were scuttling up and down it.
The Hip Hop beats were blaring. The once outwardly intimidating track of Eazy-E’s Real Muthafuckin’ G’s had now switched to C.R.E.A.M by Wu Tang Clan making for a very relaxed assault on me.
Once the large one from Clonmel had figured out how to use the smart phone he had picked up (He spent at least a minute holding it backwards, expressing dumbfoundment) they were ready to «Jon it up».
Jon leaned in close to me again.
«This is what you get for askin’ me to do my job, so says I»
Jon pressed a button on the desk and said that the levels were fine, I just had to make sure one of the green lights was on, showing that the mic was turned on.
The boys inside all celebrated and stamped their feet in unison.
«He done did it again. That’s why we done elected you there boss.»