"Everyone ready for the Capital Wasteland's latest news? Me neither, but it's that time again."

"Two weeks. It's been two weeks since the Enclave has activated Project Purity. Good news, that bastard Eden at Enclave Radio has finally shut up. Bad news, he's been replaced by our "lord and master" Col. Autumn. But don't give up children, the good folks here at GNR including me, the all-mighty and powerful THREE DAWG OWWWWWWWWWWWWW will keep up the good fight against those star-lovin' shit-heads. Anyone willing to help, as i've been told, is to report to the remains of the Pentagon and enlist as a civilian volunteer to the Brotherhood of Steel. That or if you're really desperate you can come here to GNR but don't be surprised if you catch a stray bullet or 2 from the fighting. Until next time, this is Three Dog, and you're listening to Galaxy News Radio, Bringing you the truth, no matter how bad it hurts."

Three Dog twisted the dial on his radio as the channel switched to music, specifically "i don't wanna set the world on fire".

Three dog kept his usually ecstatic, and to be frank, enigmatic personality around the soldiers at GNR to keep up morale but the constant assault on GNR was starting too take a toll on even his spirits. "Three Dog, we need to get you out of here." Lyons suddenly burst into the recording booth. Three dog swiveled in his chair

"That's a lot of talk for someone who risked life and limb to stay here for morale Lyons."

"I have an actual reason to stay in this war-zone Three Dog, I understand GNR is like a child to you but you have to let it go. We can set you up at the cita-"

"Sarah, sarah, I understand you're worrying that I the almighty three dog will die but I assure you. If I do the good fight will go on and I might even become a martyr to the cause 'ya know?"

"Three Dog this is serious! Without you god knows who could fill the spot? I hate to admit this but you're probably our best propaganda yet and the reason people haven't submitted to Enclave rule so easily. I'll be down on the ground floor if you reconsider."

The door to the recording booth was shut as Three Dog twisted open a Nuka-Cola. Supplies were fine for now but eventually they'd have to send out a squad to find more or request support from the Citadel. Three Dog took out another song just before Bing Crosby's ended. In each life, some rain has gotta fall...