Mike:
Yo yo all my bots! You're listening to K-NOT 101.7, the best place to get killed by an animatronic robot! This is the night show, so we'll need to wait for our guests to arrive, that should be any second now.

*door slam, followed by banging*

Well hey there Foxy! You're early tonight, cove still doin fine over there? Had any luck gettin with Chica?

Foxy, muffled slightly:
Damnit Mike you piece of shit, why won't you just let me run the show! And no, I got rejected by Chica. Again. Turns out pineapple and anchovy pizza is a bad gift to give to a pizza lover.

Mike:
Well that's just too bad. Looks like we've got another guest showing up, just gotta...

*door slam*

Chica, muffled:
MIKE YOU SLICE OF PIZZA I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL END YOU.

Mike:
Woah there Chica, calm down. What's got your pizzas in a roll?

Chica, muffled:
Foxy! That dumb canine keeps trying to woo me with terrible ideas for pizzas. I mean really, who the hell would want to eat a pizza without any sauce on it and broccoli as a topping? BROCCOLI MIKE.

Mike:
Hey, some people don't want their pizzas to be covered in meat.

Chica, muffled:
Yeah well I'll make them the meat on their pizza if they try asking that from me. It sickens me. EUAGCH.

Mike:
Mhmm. Say Chica, how's things going between you and Bonnie?

Bonnie:
Things are going just fine Mike.

Mike:
Bonnie! So glad you could join us tonight. Freddy finally let go and let you two lovebots go together I see.

Chica:
You bet! It's grea-

*Freddy laugh*

Mike:
Seems like our main man is out as well! Freddy! How ya doin? How's business?

Freddy:
Doing just fine Mike. Just fine. Especially since I know that the radio show drains a ton of power. By the looks of things, the power should be going aout right around...

*power down sound, both doors going up*

now.

*music box starts up, starts glitching out*

*sound of a large metal object falling over, presumably Bonnie*

Freddy:
What's the meaning of this? MIKE. EXPLAIN.

Mike:
Not my fault! I can't tamper with you guys, remember?

Chica:
OH NO BONNIE MY SWEET, WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU

*sound of Foxy running over*

Foxy:
I heard someone fall over, do they need help getting up? Oh wait, it's just Bonnie. *pause* That means... hey Chica, want to go out sometime?

Chica:
FOXY NOT NOW YOU INSENSITIVE JERK.

Foxy:
Well okay, I'll just go make you a pizza then.

Chica:
YOU'D BETTER NOT FUCK IT UP AGAIN. PLAIN PEPPERONI, NONE OF THIS SPECIAL SHIT.

Freddy:
Okay then, uh, Bonnie? You alright?

*Bonnie clanking on the ground*

Mike:
Shouldn't we help out?

Freddy:
What time is it?

Mike:
Uhhh, 4:39.

Freddy:
Okay, just let it be then. If we help, you might not make it through the night. I think you'd be better off leaving for the night.

Mike:
Alright, guess management won't know. See you guys tomorrow night I guess, maybe the radio show will go better.

*pause, walking away and door sounds*

Freddy:
God damnit Bonnie, you fucked it up again.

Bonnie:
I haven't been operational in 14 years, give me a break.

Freddy:
You'd better not fuck it up tomorrow.

*Foxy running noises*

Foxy:
Hey Chica! I made your favorite pizza! Plain pizza!

*pause, kettle boiling sound*

Chica:
FOXY GOD DAMNIT I SAID PEPPERONI, NOT BREAD WITH LEFT HALF MEAT. NO WONDER YOU'RE OUT OF ORDER.