It was just another day at the Secular Talk studio. Kyle walked into the office and went about his daily rituals before going on air. He would put on his dress pants, trying to put both legs in at the same time. Usually, Kyle would get his legs stuck halfway through and he would hit his head off the desk. He would repeat this process until he was successful. This would take anywhere from 5 minutes to 30, depending on whether his gay lover Jeb Bush ravaged his juicy rectum with his 3 inch monster. After putting on his dress pants, Kyle put on the rest of his suit like a normal human being. A few months back, Kyle had signed a contract with various Seltzer companies in America to promote their products. Kyle was reaching his deadline for advertising these companies, and he had only one day left. The stories Kyle had laid out for the day did not have any promotions for any seltzer company. He went about his show like he normally would, and everything went smoothly. He went home for the day, uploaded, and went to bed. The Seltzer companies were outraged that Kyle violated his contracts, but since Kyle had a large viewerbase, they all agreed that losing him would be more harm than good. His sleep next to Jeb was fitful, as if he was forgetting something. Something big. Something devastating. After hours of discussion, the Seltzer companies decided that Kyle should get a slap on the wrist. Or, to put it more indecently, a slap on the asscheeks. Little did Kyle know, his next news segment was going to be a very rough one...