Tonight's broadcast is brought to you by the company you depend upon for all of your greatest needs, heart life.

These stories are true dramatizations from our fair city's glorious history.

So listen and remember, heart life, all the life you'll ever need.

For those of you who dismiss the experiences of our fair city as too far removed from your own to be important, we should note that the people of Heart Life are just like you. Robots put their pants onto them one leg at a time like everyone else. They engage in the same mundane rituals that humans have

endured since the beginning of time, combing hair, making coffee, venturing forth with a mat

to embarrass oneself by trying yoga.

Yes, not so deep below the ground in one of the nicer, well-decorated tunnels, there is indeed a yoga studio.

It is, in fact, not unlike the yoga studios you know.

The walls have mirrors so you can watch yourself becoming more flexible,

and windows so that others can too.

The only peculiar difference about this yoga studio is that instead of a great number of young attractive men and women in tight clothing,

bending and flexing, there is only a great big hole in the floor.

Mole people!

I don't see why we have to do that when the door is made of glass.

Tradition?

Yeah, but we're right there. He can clearly see us.

You did not announce yourselves because I was unaware of your presence.

You announced yourselves because vermin must gain permission before fouling people with their presence.

Oh, um, I see that now. Thank you.

Your thanks is meaningless.

We, we were told there was a hole.

How much of your job do you expect me to do?

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