For centuries us humans across many cultures believe that our surrounding walls have ears.

Silently, they listen as we sleep, calmly eavesdropping our most intimate conversations.

Now, we all know that is just a proverb

and does not reflect actual reality.

But for one family, did.

For months, a single father attributed the walls of horror to his daughter's runaway imaginations.

Something sinister lurks behind our walls, his daughter would say.

He never believed, that is, until those listening walls started to speak.

Welcome back to this episode of Talk Mortish to me.

So our drink is called a fire and blood.

Straight rum.

Yeah, what the hell, that's way too strong.

Ugh.

Well, it's rum with a dash of grenadine, I believe.

And the glass is washed with gin.

Why don't you just wash it with water and soap.

Because that's not what it says.

We have a shortage of both water and soap now that we're in this pandemic.

That's correct. Save it for

necessary. Well alcohol works just as well for cleaning.

Surprise shots. Surprise shots. We don't know what they are because there was surprise.

That tasted like red wine vinegar. Ugh, that was gross.

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