Let's shoot this fucker.

The Ray Hurrah, once again the smartest man in the world,

who pass takes to the ether here from the salubriest confines of Hollywood's most comic book

and the most intense venue, the Nerd Melt Showroom located behind Nerd Melt comics here in Nerd Melt Land,

where you can find gentlemen of different bearded persuasions playing Dungeons & Dragons outside at any given hour,

wiling away the time that they should be working on their sci-fi screenplay that's going to get them out of the shit hole they live in on Franklin Avenue.

We're broadcasting live here from the last anxiety-ridden bunker of despair in Trump's Nazi America,

as the Veramock sweeps across, we've had another information message from Gerbelsen, his crew today,

and it's making all of America swerve to the right.

The rest of us, of course, clinging to that hope that springs eternal, that the good guys can win one,

in fact, will one win one one and one and we're going to win so many times,

you're going to wonder how much we won is my slogan for the future.

We're going to one, one, one until Daddy takes the teabird away.

And thank you.

Everything's going to be okay, that's the first thing I want to tell you.

I know that comedy shows are supposed to peak your interest and excite you satirically,

but I wanted to lay your fears before we went any further because I can hear people drinking.

Not in this room, of course. This room was settled by T-totlers and the early 1900s,

people came in here and smashed the place with axes because they were serving light beer.

And now there's no alcohol served at the Norde Mall.

The best way I find is to go a couple doors down to the liquor store, which has a dazzling variety of small bottles.

And pick one up and drink it during the show.

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