You've always been a really sexy sweater, Radio Demon. I had some doubts about you, most notably because of your stupid radio buttons sleeve-print that adds nothing to the table except an extra five dollars to pay, but you've always been reasonably fashionable. However, you always look at me like I'm bothering you, like I'm a nuisance to you. That's mean. So now it's time to teach you good manners. Originally, I'm wearing you underneath a zipper coat so that only your head pops out, but for this one I'll remove my coat and reveal your whole design. Now hop into the bathtub. Yes, this is necessary and yes, it'll be dangerous for your radio, but it'll be worth the trouble. Do you trust me? Good. Just don't mind the scissors on the side, that'll be for later.

First thing we'll do is wash away your filthy attitude, with the shower hose obviously. I'm washing my legs first to feel the warmth of the water, and you can gradually sense that the water is approaching your fabric. It's always a special thing to feel the water first soak the fabric, like even a small amount of wet tissue can just feel so embarrassing. But we're obviously not going to stop there. We're gonna wash you all throughout! Your dark-gray fabric gets even darker as you get soaked, but your print stays all the same, even as the spray gets higher and higher and your jeans, now your hoodie, now your jacket, now your headphones, now your long green hair, now even your radio can't escape the soaking. Not bad, huh? That felt good, right? Then you'll love what's about to come. But first, I can't help but think that your hair needs to be tended to. Have some shampoo all over your hair, and face too. It can't hurt.

Now here's what it's really about. Let me grab my scissors. Trust me, you're gonna like it. Yuri, Widowboy, Sundae and Monika certainly did when I did it with them. You're gonna look perfect. And... slash! I've just cut your jeans up, at the very bottom of the sweater. Perfect, I'll get back to that in one moment. That felt good? Then let's keep going, with your boombox now. I'm grabbing it now, and... cut! Your jacket now, there's a tiger face on it. Weird. Slash! Now it's cut up. And let's not forget the sleeve print. Rrrip! What? You want more? Alright, then the final touch it is. Let me grab the collar and my scissors, chop chop chop... There you go. Now to stretch it... Rip! Radio Demon's head is now cut up in half. Now, to finish him off. I'm stretching the rip on the jacket, the rip on the boombox, cutting from the bottom-up so that the hoodie is most certainly ripped too, and I keep going until nothing's left but some unwearable rags. To heal the nasty attitude, it took some persuasion, but now I think Radio Demon won't be looking at someone wrong anymore. Let's hope for that if I buy another one.