Hey, what's up? It's the Real Astu, Puerto Rican Rattlesnake, Louis J. Gomez. You're listening to the Mad Scientist Party Hour.

Hello there, friends! Welcome back to another episode of Mad Scientist Party Hour.

My name's Kevin Kraft, joined once again by a man who refuses to wear pants or underwear

and is currently in a vigorous game of tug of war with his boner. That's Jeff Clark.

What's up? And transmitting to us from the catacombs of France, the rotten flesh-eating ghoul known as

Shuddy boy. Oh, yeah, here we are back once again. Got a jam-pack show to deliver to you and your nice

open-eager-wet earholes. That was gross. Yeah, that's not a pleasant way to that.

You're not nervous, are you Kevin? You're a fucking professional. No. Can't have any nerves here.

I'm fine. I'm fine. This is the 585th time we've done this, I believe?

Speak for yourself. I think this is 551 for me.

Shuddy, I was thinking about something the other day. If we were in Vegas,

and it was like the three of us, a new time. There was like the three of us,

and then like, I don't know, maybe some old homies from Jersey and PA showed up,

and like a couple of Puminati heard, and they came out, big party session.

We're all getting wasted in the lobby. It sounds like what you're describing is Puminati-Con.

Yeah, let's say we did a mild Puminati-Con. And you know, everybody's like, oh, Shuddy boy,

you're my favorite on the show. Let's take a selfie. Can I get an autograph? And then I got my hands

on some crack. Would you smoke crack with me? I did not see that going there.

I have a feeling I can give in, Shuddy boy, to smoke crack.

I have a feeling as we talked about recently, within the last week, either on Creeper No

Creep, or on the firing two, or last week's episode, I got convinced, talked into peeing on you

while you were passed out. Yeah, I'm a peeing. I'm a pest right on my peeing.

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