Meanwhile at the televison station, the now female news anchor looks down and unbuttons his shirt, since even though his suite was too big, the chest area was uncomfortably tight, which quickly gets the attention of ever guy around him.
“What are you looking at!” he exclaims, “Will someone please tell me what is going on here!” the head of the studio says barging onto the set. Right away he notices the women in oversized clothes standing around. “What the hell?” he says
“Boss didn’t you see that light?” one of the still male crewmen asked, “Of course I did, are you saying it did this?” he asks
“Yes.” The now female news anchor says, “We got it all on camera, one minute I was me and the next I was this.” He says walking out from behind the desk.
The boss pauses for a moment, the he passes back and forth, “This is big, this is really big, have we gotten any new information?” he asks, “Yeah we are getting countless reports from citizens, police, fire department, and the government. They should be using the emergency broadcast system within the hour.” He says, “Good so we have time, I want everyone we have on this, I want I witnesses, statistics, how many people has this effected, I want teams on the road now, go go go!” he says, “An Jones I want you back on camera asap!” he says to the now female anchor, “Ah sir I don’t know…” he says
The boss walks up to him enthusiastically, “Come on Rick this may be the biggest story since 9/11 and our viewers saw you turn on camera, you are the one that can sit in that chair, we need you, our viewers need you!” he says, “And someone find her… ah I mean him, you know what I mean just get him some clothes that fit!” he says
And with that his face turns red as he is surrounded by makeup and wardrobe, “Ah wait I don’t know about this!” he says as they lead him off set.