As Harrison left the screen, screams of terror and fear arose.
"Well that seemed bad!" Hazel said."
"Well yeah, look at what our son has become!"
George could not finish his thought as another sound in his radio alarmed him. It had sounded like Styrofoam rubbing against each other with rock music playing in the background. This threw him off because George STRONGLY dislikes rock music, so he gets very out of focus. On top of it all, there was the sound of Styrofoam rubbing against each other which can drive people CRAZY!
"I can tell that one was really bad." Hazel said. George had no response, so he left it at that. George had shook his head, and went to Harrison's old bedroom. There wasn't much he could do, but he could at the very least reminisce old memories. He felt bad having to leave Hazel by herself, but then he felt that sometimes her train of thought could be a bit too basic, and she didn't have to constantly be reminded of her intelligence. George murmured to himself trying to calm down about the situation at hand. He tried. Oh, indeed he tried. The radio went off with the sound of an out-of-tune instrument that sounded way too squeaky. George was beginning to get upset, and started to realize that what the government was doing was taking advantage of everyone. It may not have seemed like it, but they were. Slowly, but surely.
"George!" Hazel cried out.
"Yes?!" George replied, using a booming voice that could travel through their entire house. George had returned to their living room to figure out why Hazel had cried for him. When George saw Hazel, her eyes were red and puffy. She had clearly been crying.
