Welcome back to the basement yard, the red boys today. Red in it up.

And well, that's my room. It's like a, no, that's, that's more like a mall.

It's a maroon. No, maroon is deeper and bloodier. That's a mall. I would say,

what do you know about blood? I know, I would say I know way more about blood than you do.

You recently didn't know that. You know more about placenta. I know more about blood. Because of babies.

Yeah, I would say, but even that bear bear minimum right there.

You don't, did you ever touch the sack of placenta? No, they like, can you?

I mean, I, maybe if you ask, but I don't think so because I think they need it sterile

so they can like do whatever they do with it because they take it. It's like theirs.

Unless you sign like, you get, hey, welcome back to the basement yard. Wait, hold on.

They rob your placenta. Unless you like, you have to like sign like paperwork and stuff for you.

If I fuck, it's my placenta. Well, I got a sign. You got a sign.

Not yours. Physically not yours. I'm saying you me.

No, yeah, I think I, I, I think it's a big topic of contention that's like kind of nuts that

the hospital will take ownership or whatever facility you give birth in of your fucking placenta.

I'll beat the shit out of it though. Your baby sack.

Yeah, I don't have to call it that though.

You, uh, I know there are people and I might know someone that has done this.

I don't want to speak out of line because I'm, I'm starting to not do that today.

Oh, okay. Today is the day I start. Stop.

Yeah, exactly. You never speak out of line. You're always in line.

You can freeze, dry it and put it in like, encapsulate it in pills.

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