"Look alive, sunshine... "One-oh-nine in the sky but the pigs won't quit, you're here with me: Dr. Death Defying. I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter. Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you live. A system failure for the masses, anti-matter for the master plan. Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny, this one's for all of you rock'n'rollers, all you crash queens and motor babies. Listen up! The future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary! It's time to do it now and do it loud! Killjoys, make some noise!" The desert sun beat down on Zone 6, as it did every day. That day, though, Party Poison knew that it would be a scorcher. After all, it was the middle of summer and there had been no rainfall. The desert ground had become dustier than usual, and on days when the wind picked up, it wasn't wise to venture outside without your mouth and nose covered. As Dr. Death Defying greeted the day with his smooth, melted-chocolate voice, Party Poison was already up, pulling on his clothes one at a time until he was fully dressed. The DJ was in the next room over at the Station Shack, broadcasting his voice to every Killjoy everywhere. After he was dressed, Party Poison glanced at himself in front of a cracked mirror, straightening his clothes before he began to rake his fingers through his hair, trying to comb it into some semblance of neatness. Once he was ready, he went to the front room of the Station Shack where she was already there. "Hey there, Sunshine," Party Poison said, giving her a warm smile. "Up already?" She gave him that smile of hers, the one that could bring sunshine on a cloudy day. It was why he had taken to calling her Sunshine, aside from the fact that he didn't know her name. No one did, not even her, and Sunshine had seemed as good a name as any. "Let's get you something to eat."