Oh shit.

Ah.

Oh shit. I think I'm going to go in.

I'm still waiting to confirm.

There I am.

Anybody on?

Okay, we got some folks, it looks like.

Hi everybody.

I already lost the little guy, the little, what do you call it?

The dampener. I think it's in the other room, but hopefully it'll still sound okay.

I just need a little confirmation from the gang that I sound alright and then we can get going.

How's everybody doing today? Beautiful day here in Brooklyn. Sun's out, guns out.

It's a nice like 80 something. It's looking good. Thank you to everyone who's been saying that I look weirdly

thin lately. It's nice. But I'll take it wherever I can get it. I didn't I cut my own hair.

I use the shaver. I shave my hair. I use the shaver.

I shave my face.

I shaved my beard down.

And I realize that when I just let it go to like Marxian lengths, that it adds like 15 pounds to my head. Like I do look like the Zardaz's skull, uh, um, head coming coming in just waiting for guns and food bars to come

shooting out of my mouth.

The penis is evil.

The gun is good.

But then when I trim it down a little bit, it's like, oh, my face actually is like, it's narrowed by a good third.

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