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  1. NEWS: @nickbelardes talks to Lara Starr about how to cook cheaply: http://bit.ly/2aQf8K
  2. NEWS: @smallplaces author gets painted like the Devil: http://bit.ly/1pwySP
  3. "These monkeys throw poop into the wonder workings of the Web!" he adds. I smirk. This is the rare angry screaming moment at Buildicon.
  4. I try not to laugh: "Who would do such a thing?" Vishnu squints: "Purveyors of untruths, making their way through a murky existence...
  5. Vishnu runs out of his office. He yells: "There are people who are changing the Web content behind my back!" I slowly walk over.
  6. Transmissions to resume shortly...
  7. Her anger level gets so high that Vishnu's pales in comparison. I mean, he gets mad. But it's all some kind of internal planetary collapse.
  8. I wonder: One hour for what? For Joan's head to come off her body? For it to fly across the room at me like a flaming cannonball?
  9. I'm surfing the Net when Joan walks in, grits her teeth and says, "Unbelievable that this can happen! I am giving them one hour!"
  10. I'll never do another marketing photo shoot with kids. Not unless they're mannequins or haven't eaten for two days.
  11. Just as I begin to get the mess cleaned up, my nephew looks into the room, takes one whiff, then immediately yaks on my shoes.
  12. I hope beyond hope he doesn't die as he vomits up a sack load of mushy chips onto me and the RadioBlast. "Oh God," I mumble.
  13. Me: "Sure, Kira, lickedy spilt." I suddenly notice the kid has turned purple. His mother is busy searching for more chip bags in her purse.
  14. Me: "Kira, I have to get back to work." Kira: "But..." Me: "Put it on my desk. I'll get to it." Kira: "But I need this lickedy spilt?!"
  15. The boy puts his greasy paws back on the device that is quickly looking like a shiny new potato chip with wireless connectivity.
  16. The process repeats. But I can’t ask the mom to stop because Kira’s “ya-yas” are so forceful. This is a typical day at the office.
  17. The boy continues to cry as his mother brings in a potato chip, which he stares at then shoves into his mouth before crying again.
  18. Suddenly the kid drops the K79 RadioBlast, creating a $575 scratch. He cries. Kira continues to talk, which sounds like "Ya-ya-ya-ya."
  19. Kira: "Hallouu, how very nice to see you. May I ask, ahh, uh... question?" Me: "Sure, Kira. I'm not busy or anything."
  20. As I get the first cute kid situated on studio table (an Asian boy with a buzz cut and big shiny eyes) in walks Kira de Frito.