*YOUR MIND IS NOT YOUR OWN.

*warning for triggering content. He is the head of crim org, after all.

>Tommy: You're definitely right, Jack. It's been cold snaps every year lately and heating stations aren't enough anymore for those stuck outside in the cold. I'm sure the food banks this year will be happy for the donations, and the good people at Walker Productions who make this show a possibility are also donating alongside you to get the less fortunate folks of Bayport ready for this upcoming cold weather. We'll talk more about that after these messages...

>Tommy: We finally got news this evening about what exactly was in those shipments that got intercepted by BCPD. Apparently it's some new kind of inhalant and inhaler that's been making it's way into Bayport's streets for some time. The chief is telling people to be vigilant about it and is concerned about the strain on the local hospitals at this time.

>Tommy: It's now 10:00 p.m., and on top of the hour, we are bringing you some late night news, Bayport City! We're hearing that BCPD finally did their job tonight (sorry, Michelle) as they busted shipments coming through the bay containing illegal substances. What they are, we do not know, but we'll update all of you when we get specifics about the raid later tonight. We're hearing here in our humble radio station that this raid comes from an anonymous tip given to the PD. Very bold to whoever did it, we salute this mysterious civilian helping our wonderful city get these drugs off the street. In the meantime, we'll be back after this short break with more news...

>Tommy: But first, let's talk about some weird sightings we got today. Strange lights appeared above the Bay last night, they were only visible for 1 minute before they just... vanished. Paired that with the reports about people going around missing, I don't know, folks. I'm not saying little green men are coming to get us, but things are getting real strange around here. We'll hear your stories and answer your calls after these words from our sponsors.

Jack is dressed in his usual black suit with dark blue wool tie. His tie pin is a very small wasp. He's been nursing the same whiskey cup, it's more water than liquor at this time. He's been patiently waiting for a very particular woman to show up. He's heard she's usually around here, but maybe his contacts were lying? If they were, he'd just dig his fingers into their minds and he'd have two very disposable workers, at least.

>Tommy: It's 7:00 p.m. and this is your news hour, Bayport City! We got more disappearances around the bay, cops still have no idea what's going on. I'm a little worried, folks! What do we pay them for if they can't even solve this! Ah! I'm getting scolded now, ladies and gentlemen, by my amazing producer, Michelle. She's telling me to move on and y'know what? I will, I like my job a little more than blasting BCPD for their poor police work. I'll see you folks after these ads from our sponsors...

"OH, OH! You're fighting it! That's cute." He giggled, watching the man fight off the mind control clamping around his brain. "Shhhh, don't fight it. Let your mind just p o u r out. Aren't you tired of thinking? Aren't you tired of struggling day and night to survive? Just let it... tip over."