They said this was a magician's bar.

Mr. Gray, what you do is not magic.

I understand.

It's natural for a dying leaf to be frightened by the autumn wind.

It's not about pulling a rabbit out of your hat anymore.

It's about pulling your heart out of your chest.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? It means I take people's nightmares and turn them into dream realities.

TbtL!

All right, I have no date.

A 2-liter bottle of Shasta in my all-rush mixtape.

Let's rock.

After everything that's happened recently, I want to make sure that what you're about to do isn't not well thought out.

When you die, you go to heaven, you'll say hello to God, and when God says hello to you, this is what you'll smell on his breath.

You took too long. Now your candy's gone. That's what happened.

What have you got to say for yourselves?

It's hammer time? I don't know. How'd that sound from your end?

Sounded great out here. You want another? No, if that works for you, we're fine. All good on my end. All right, that's a take. All right, hello, good morning, and welcome everyone to a Thursday edition of TBTL, the show that just might be too beautiful to live. Holy catfish! My name is Luke Burbank. I am your host.

Mr. Unlimited.

Coming to you from the Madrona Hill studio perched high above the mighty Columbia where good news,

it's not torrentially raining.

Bad news.

It's freaking freezing.

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