[ his smile tightens at the snub on television, because that’s a low FUCKEN blow. ] Radio’s dead, Alastor. [ he can be a sanctimonious prick too, see! ] Television gets the job done better, and just because you don’t, can’t, and won’t understand it doesn’t mean it’s n̷o̷t̵ ̸g̸o̵o̶d̵ ̴e̵n̷o̶u̷g̴h̶.̴. [ if it sounds like he’s losing his cool it’s because he is, since a crack at tv is a crack at him. ]

Knock that off, Alastor. [ he sends an intense spark of electricity into the group of tvs, their screens pixelating and staggering with all sorts of snippets of the channels they’d displayed beforehand before eventually righting themselves. ]

Why don’t you come inside. We can continue this conversation there.