What's up, everybody? It's Freddie Fetter, cheese, Janice, Pappas, and you're listening to the history hyenas.

Yeah! It's almost like you can't hear of the music.

It's almost like you can't hear the music.

The way your body moves is like to another song.

Yeah.

Welcome to the history hyenas, everybody.

I am Chrissy Cackles-Distap Stefano, aka Celine Dion.

With me as always, Janus Poppice, aka Freddie Fedichie's, aka K.D. Lang.

AKA Obi-1 Kuknobi.

And we are sitting here, of course, as always, with Zach Isis, who was fucking

jacked. I mean, that kid is fucking jacked. That kid is fucking ready to jihad right now. He is

wearing a cut off sleeveless shirt, and his arms are fucking jacked and hairy. And make no mistake, Zach Isis does have hair from his pinky to his fucking earlobe.

He is covered in hair.

Make no mistake, this fucking podcast has been great for Zach Isis.

Because make no mistake, when we started, he looked like a jihadi.

And now he looks like a kid who lives in Williamsburg.

Yeah, he's a fucking jacked kid with a fucking cool haircut, and he's wearing a cutoff

sleeve Punisher T-shirt and fatigued jean shorts, and he looks like he can fix your car.

But unfortunately, he cannot fix your car, but he can fix your computer because inside Zat,

the extra of Zach looks like a fucking steroided

out jihadi fucking muzzy,

but the inside of Zach is unfortunately

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