torched it , the entire building , people running and screaming , things exploding , a vast conflagration that had michael and redbear grinning like cheshire kittens , their clothes on fire and their soles melted as they ran and screamed with engineers and producers , charging up and down corridors waving flaming swivel chairs and brandishing charred coffee percolators , the fire they brought engorged on non-flame retardant drapes , blinds and furnishings , spreading outward from its studio source and swallowing timber , cracking glass , melting plastic , until all that was heard was a roar , what michael would later think of as a cheer , a celebration of a freedom bought with heat and violent gas reaction , the broadcasting paraphernalia it consumed bringing a quiet and a calm to the lobes of those afflicted by the stations previous vacuous outpourings , misrepresented as entertainment and delivered with an unappetizing sluggishness , a complacent lack of adventure , a lip-service to choice and a sneer , just barely disguised , at the innocent folk who had to stomach it all yes !