Attention! The following podcast may seem like an unlikely recording transmitted from

a distant magical dimension. But it's just three poster children for chronic Peter

Pan syndrome in a recording studio here on Earth, along with whatever guests they've begged

to lower their standards for an hour, in exchange for the coveted fune bump. Enjoy the show!

Hello from the Magic Tavern! A weekly podcast from the magical land of fune. I'm your host

Arne and eCamp. If you've never listened to the podcast before, this was going on. About

a year and a half and some change ago, I fell through a dimensional portal behind a burger

king into the magical, fantastical land of fune. Luckily, I'm still getting a slight Wi-Fi signal

from the burger king through the dimensional rift, and I use that to upload a podcast I record

every week here in the tavern, the Vermilion Minitor, in the town of Hogg's face, in the land of fune,

and I'm joined as always by my buddies, my good friends, my boon companions,

chump the king of the badgers! Bing bong! How you doing bud? You know what I'm doing? Okay. Just

okay. I feel like I am a sheep shifter. You are a sheep shifter. Which we don't talk about that much

anymore. Yeah, well I haven't shifted shape in a while. You have not shifted shape. It's been a dry

spell. I think a wizard put a spell on me, a tricepile. You think there's a bells in fune where,

if they are cast upon you, your sexual fluids dry up and you are unable to... So you have a dry

spell. Can it be counteracted with a wet spell? What? That sounds so gross.

Coming from your mouth, that sounds so gross. Wet spell. No, I don't say it like that. Hey,

anybody out there, clip this piece of audio out? Mega ringtone. I said I'm spelt. I said I'm doing

okay and you really turn this around to make it about you. Oh yeah, absolutely. Well, I'm sorry,

so are you... Is it that you want to get a little action and you just can't? It's not even that.

It's that I've... Throughout my life, I've shifted shape so many times. Shipped it shape that I

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