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| JIM. | Snow... he wants us to talk about snow. We don't get snow more than twice every hundred years. |
| MIKE. | Well at least this is radio so you can make it snow. |
| JIM. | No sound effects, remember? |
| MIKE. | Snow can be quiet; it's not always part of a howling storm. Come on now, just do the assignment. |
| JIM. | OK. How's this? |
| MIKE. | Not bad. It looks cold, wet, and fluffy out there? |
| JIM. | Sparkling too. I like that look. Kinda like powdered sugar, though it won't feel like it. |
| MIKE. | Nice drifts on the roof, not to mention our window frame. The way you spread it on the ground reminds me of waves. The flakes that are falling seem a little big though. |
| JIM. | A.D.A. compliant snow, makes it easier to see. |
| MIKE. | Let's go out and give it a walk through inspection. It should sound a little like stepping on styrofoam pellets. |
| JIM. | That or stilted dialog. |
| MIKE. | Come on. You did make a door to get out there, right? |
| JIM. | Yes. But it's locked, and I can't open it. |
| MIKE. | What? Why not? |
| JIM. | No sound effects, remember? |