Ladies and gentlemen, Greg Bruce.

Greg Hurrah.

Once again, the slide is out of the world.

Proof cast takes to the either from the back room of one of the most fantastic McGorrigal

buildings in all of the Los Angeles area.

It's the Nerd Melt comics and the Nerd Melt showroom, hoping the Nerd Melt down.

Once again, we're joining lines and hands and hearts.

And now the room has a small mosquito lava lamp.

So I smell a harming town barbecue of Bruin.

It's what I day when I see the lighting that they've got in there now.

There seems to be kind of a mellow red in the corner.

I always describe this room to the listeners of the Proof cast because I don't know if anyone's ever been in a punishment room in a Baptist church before.

But it's a lot like that.

I don't know if you remember, well, never mind.

That's a little too more.

But in any case, Ronald Coleman would feel at home here, as all I'm saying,

I've got to get out.

But it's so small.

There's damned mosquito lamps.

I can hardly see my nose in front of my face.

It's dark and dank.

And there's kind of a wood-aheun raw disc, the beams that cross the ceiling of the rough-hune floor above are of a darker color giving it out.

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