"I’m not that in to Night Vale" I say with some regret "It just isn’t affecting me the way it is everyone else " I lament, drawing another Night Vale crossover. "It’s clever, and has great phrasing, but I guess I’m just not gonna latch onto it" I lament, deciding that of COURSE my Poetry Smash guys deliver The Weather, without warning or planning beforehand, they just start randomly reciting poetry (in this case Byron’s The Destruction of Sennacherib), sometimes original and sometimes not, and they go with that, because hey, why exactly not?