Protest fever

Satiricus was dazzled. On his daily rounds as a scribbler, he was passing the Office of the President. He wondered if it was a meteor landing, when he saw the light, but realised that it was just the glare from a head so bald and so smooth that it made a billiard ball look like a catahar! Moving to another angle to avoid the reflection, he realised it was his drinking buddy from back in the Big Market day, Mook Lall.
Lall had moved on (Satiricus wasn’t sure whether the man has moved up) and was now the owner of the Muckraker newspaper. He specialised in scandal and put together the ‘dem boys seh’ piece (couldn’t call it a column, could you?) with his trusty sidekick Baddam! People usually didn’t get Baddam!’s name right when they wrote it out…they sometimes left out the exclamation point at the end. Like “Baddam”. But if you read that out that wasn’t how the fella’s name sounded – Baddam!!!!
And lo and behold, before Satiricus could complete the thought about ‘sidekick’, he realised that Baddam! was right next to the shining object that was Mook Lall. They were both holding placards. Protest? Protesting before the OP? What the hell was going on? Satiricus ambled over to get an answer.
“Is what going on, fellas?” started Satiricus tentatively as he tried to read the sign held up by Mook Lall. ME WANT RADYO STATION!!!! it screamed in capital letters. It had to have been written by the Mook himself. Spelling was never his strong point, Satiricus knew. Come to think of it, he wasn’t too hot on writing also, to judge by the placard.   Baddam!’s sign was immaculately written: GIVE MY BOSS RADIO. Baddam! had been to school.
“Yuh na see de pressie, who seh he is me friend, still na give me radio station?” Mook Lall growled. The Mook usually growled.
Satiricus raised his eyebrows at Baddam! “Bannuh…doan look at me. I just doing what de boss man seh to do. The boss man real smart, yuh know. I does always do what he tell me.”
Satiricus knew this was an old ploy of Baddam!’s. He liked to play the grinning Sambo role to make Mook Lall look good. The Mook lapped it up.
“But is only the two of you out here,” observed Satiricus. “What happened to the big crowd you all had by you office?”
“Dem ungrateful, dat’s what!” growled Mook Lall. “Imagine I pay dem Gy$500 and give dem fried rice and deh still break down me door!” The Mook shook his head.
“But Mook, is what you gon do with radio?” asked Satiricus. “You already got the Muckraker.”
“Budday!!! Wid de Muckraker I got fuh feed Baddam! every day because he can write!” growled Mook Lall, “You ever see Baddam! eat? Wid radyo I can talk on me own.”
As Satiricus drifted away, he thought he heard Baddam! say, “Yessir, Master Glenn, you’s sho smart…”