The following is an archived podcast presented by the Branson and Hudson Foundation for

Podcast Recovery, a Charles Austin company. It is the first and only episode of the podcast. Welcome

to episode... Diary of Captain Smokemore, Day 137. We have suffered many setbacks, but we still

press onward with our holy task. The king's flute is in pristine condition, and we are treating it with the respect that

a luxury item emanating with holy power deserves.

Scholars have said that if you pour any liquid into the flute, even water, that it will

become champagne.

Can you imagine?

I was tasked by holy decree by King Vago of the North with delivering this item to his castle.

We started in Limber Craw with 25 men. My best friend, Boldcreas, he was the first to die.

He was cursed by a bug with a man's head and he had to eat mud till he died.

We restrained him, but he begged me.

He begged me to let him eat the mud.

I let him do it on the third day.

I couldn't bear to hear it anymore.

The next to die were plebeian, endoshine, and Lieutenant Good Morning.

I tricked them into staring at a Medusa so we could use them as a bridge.

I thought that would be no problem. In fact, back then I was thinking 25 is way too many guys.

And then Thrice died. He choked on a rat we were all sharing for dinner.

And Slicer B died in that brothel when he

got that talking STD. Tawney Tumor died from that poisonous lizard inside of his cigar and who else died?

Like 10 guys died. Can't remember their names. Godderson got turned into a stew by that preacher who worship puking.

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