Afloat through the cosmos, Sparky manages to tap into a ghostly radio signal. Unbeknownst to him and his close friend, Atticus, he has made contact through space and time! Will our duo discover the secrets of a hidden cosmic game of telephone, or will they instead draw themselves into a plot much bigger than themselves?
Sparky: Hellooos, universe! This is your clever captain speaking. I'm pretty sure I heard something about summer! Well, I tell ya what, I could really go for some sun right now! ─especially considering me and your not-lazy-whatsoever co-pilot are in a bit of a pickle!
Atticus: Sparky, stop playing with the radio. Are you sure you heard anything? It's been days, and your pathetic car has been getting us nowhere.
Sparky: Now now, buddy boy! Pistis can manage anything ─and I mean fucking' ANYTHING. She got us through the Tyler Perry concert, true fact didn't she!? Besides, I know a Starbucks Damsel when I hear one ─Helloooooo?
Atticus: Tyler Perry isn't eve… oh never mind. And what was that about me being lazy? How 'bout you help your sorry ass and ask if they can send help before I pretzel you.
Sparky: Yes, hello! I'd like a #9, with a #9 large!
Radio: ─ummer─ skrrr ─azing. skrrr Inside ─eeze up.
Sparky: Shit! I just got chills! Sound like your undead grandma's come to take our order… No, ma'am! I don't want a freezie, I wanted a Number Nine!