Cecil was in the middle of recording a message from the sponsors when he was pulled into Halloweentown, headphones on and microphone in hand. "... and as you look up into the cloudless sky dotted with pinpricks of light millions of years old and farther away than your tiny human mind can ever hope to comprehend, you realize that, in the grand scheme of things, none of your actions will ever really matter. Nike: Just do it."
It wasn't until after he had finished recording that Cecil looked up and realized something was off. He pulled his headset down around his neck and listened to Jack's speech, which was very unusual, not because he was a talking skeleton, but because he was addressing the crowd in a professional manner, he was not denying anything profusely, and when he said that he welcomed questions, he did not really mean that questions would be met with hollow eyes, feral growls, and pepper spray. This was all very unusual. Cecil raised his hand to ask a question. "Are you the mayor of this town?" he said, speaking very clearly in case the Sheriff's Secret Police were listening. "And is there a community radio station?"