Michael is, unfortunately, very interested in podcasts if they involve investigations into the paranormal, and all of his friends will be, too.  Of course, it doesnât really take a rocket scientist to see that about him.  Heâs Goth and rather sick of it being confused for emo or scene orâthe worst of them allâthe Vamp Kids.  Jon has earned himself some grudging respect for correctly identifying Michaelâs weird paranormal interests and not just assuming he is a fan of vampires and Twilight, the literary equivalent of three-day-old plain oatmeal.
     It is good that he does not know that Georgie cannot feel fear, either, because fear is part of the fun of horror and the paranormal.  While not much scares Michael anymore, seeing as he has been desensitized to most, and a lot of horror is too funny to inspire much dread, the stories that do get to him, he likes to hang onto.  He imagines Georgie doing her research and flinching at the details but persisting, anyway.
     He sniffs, re-affixing his appearance of nonchalance.  âYeah, it sounds okay,â he says.  âI could listen to an episode or two.  Does she report on real, local cases, or is it, like⌠stuff she finds on the Internet?â  He likes some of the Internet reporters, the ones who take stories that he likely wouldnât have found on his own and spit them back out in a more easily digestible format.  But if you watch too many of them, eventually, all of their stories run together as they find the same ones and tell them in remarkably similar ways, all inspiring each other.  With social media, it is almost always a slow descent into conformity, and it helps to break up some of the monotony.
     âIf it was real, thatâd be cool.â  The minor chalance slipped out of him before he could catch it.
     Unfortunately being from South Park means that the âterrible and life-ruiningâ ship has already sailed, but thereâs no way for Jon to know that, unless he, of course, got wind of some of the bigger shit that has happened surrounding the town, like the literal summoning of Cthulu a while back.  âYou sound like my mom⌠and Iâm guessing you wonât leave me alone until I tell you Iâll consider it.â