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And as always, much thanks to the Perdanger Association for their generous grant of $250,000.

Coming in, we are...

If you notice some reverb on the microphone right now, it's because I am doing the podcast from within a limestone cave in the Kaffoo Valley.

In Egypt, I received a grant from the Perdanger Association for $250,000 to spend a couple of weeks in this cave.

I don't know why they gave me all that money to do it. It's just a cave with some limestone and a little cot and a mattress and a bowl that I use for my bodily functions and excellent internet connection.

And there's a hot tub in the cave and some cameras all over the cave.

And there are beings in the cave that come up from the subterranean tunnels and mount me in the night and flood lights turn on when this happened and the cameras film it for the Perdanger Association.

So I'm glad to be part of this group and I hope that whatever it is they're researching in some way helps not only the people of Egypt but the people of the world.

And do I enjoy the nightly mounting that I've been receiving? No.

These goblin beings they have, distended bellies and very long probing fingers.

Their noses are shaven and their eyes are droopy, black, jello-like mucus holes that we rancid tears of garlic scented plasma all over my chest and trembling buttocks.

So I would love for the time to go by faster than it is.

And I'll tell you once I get out of this cave and get a good shower and a good night's sleep but I'm going to find out a podcast studio that has some better sound.

Well I'll be. Here's a special treat that just fell through the mail slot of the blast door sealing me in the cave.

It looks like it's a song sung by the godless living underneath my cave. Wow. Let's hear what they have to say.

We are the co-opins that have been the tunnels, the front of the neith of the cave you've been saving in.

We have a lot sent probing to poke you and weep on your buttocks and these creepy fill in you.

You just ignore us so we keep doing it. You just ignore us so we will continue forever and ever.

We are the co-opins that keep you from the tunnels, the front of the neith of the cave.

Whoa. Those dumplings are deep. They're also incredibly talented musicians. I mean they're really out of sight.

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