The message's static cleared up as a man's voice began to speak:
"Hello! If you can here me, this is Doctor Ross Melville! My team at the San Adreas Faultline Monitoring Center has been infected by the so called bimbo virus and I don't have much time! Seismic shifts of severe proportions have been building up! Within the week, there will be an earthquake of up to magnitude 8.5!"
The group listened with shocked gapes as Colin x-ed off the areas that would be impacted by the earthquake.
"If you can hear this, you must evacuate, now! Get out while you still can! Get out before it's too la- Oh no!" Ross gasped as giggling came through on his transmission.
"Forget that boring junk Rossie, let's play!" a bimbo purred, kneading her breasts as Ross cowered in fear.
"NO... GOD NO! GO! ESCAPE! ESCAAAAAAAPE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The transmission cut off as silence clouded the room.
Perkins walked in with a grin on his face "Oh, you have been monitoring the stations, good work... hello? Is something wrong?"
"We just got a transmission that there's gonna be an earthquake, a big one." Colin explained.
"An earthquake?! There's an earthquake coming!" an old woman panicked.
"Now now, I'll just see here..." Perkins reassured her as he looked at Colin's notes before shouting "SWEET TOLEDO, 8.5?!"
A small group had gathered outside the room just as Perkins had shouted.
Panicked screams and cries filled the station as the few police officers there were tried to restore order.
"We're all gonna die! We're all gonna die!" another old woman shouted out.
"Ssssh, sssh, it's alright." a woman with a french accent said as she desperately tried to comfort her three kids.
"WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO!" a man with a mullet shouted.
Colin grabbed an officer's pistol off the front desk and shot the ceiling three times.
"LISTEN UP! If we're all gonna survive this, we need to evacuate! Let's pack up everything we've got and drive to the closest state out of the earthquake's reach, Arizona!" Colin shouted as the officer snatched his gun back.
One of the officers began taking wheel boots off impounded cars in a nearby lot, and then the citizens, lead by Colin, packed up as much as they could before driving west single file.
Back at the faultline center, the invader group of bimbos were so busy milking their own breasts for fun that they failed to notice the seismograph needle sketching like crazy. If any of them could do the math, they would conclude that the earthquake would hit within the next 72 hours. The clock for our hero starts... now.