A co-anchor. They want to give me a
co-anchor. What the hell are they thinking? How could they possibly-- Don't they understand Doug Bickmore works alone? I'm like a lone wolf, prowling the prairies of current affairs and preying on the- the buffalo of news.
Hey, that's pretty good. I should use that one on the producers tomorrow. Christ,
Chaz doesn't need some bimbo pointing out the pressure systems in his forecasts, and he couldn't find his ass with two hands and a compass!
McKenzie Miller. I bet that's not even her real name. It's like Stone Phillips, people just don't have names like that in the real world, not unless they're characters on a TV soap. She's probably not even a journalist. That'd be right, wouldn't it? I spend ten years working my
ass off, honing my reporting skills, getting the big stories, accumulating the extensive experience necessary to sit behind that news desk and head WNPZ's
flagship local news team, and this girl just waltzes in fresh out of college and expects she can do just as good a job as me because she's young and cute and attractive to male audiences.
You know, I don't think they've thought this through at all.
[Meet Doug, Chaz's colleague and only friend. He's a sad, ignorant, nasty little mortal who has no idea his favourite punching bag is a demon. Despite his pomposity, all of his news stories are researched, followed up, written and then transcribed phonetically by others and he was hired chiefly because he was the only guy WNPZ could afford on their tiny budget.]