Kindest regards all you rat tautusks skitter on into the stinky dragon partake in our latest

quotation not the end of the world it's a mixture of pistachio milk messages, a corn gore coffee, cedar jestrin syrup, and fused with a few furry fibs.

One pour of this planar percolation,

all those charges of cheating will change

to chitter-chatter.

Previously, our adventurers arrived at awning amphitheater

with ingredients for the alchemist, but they were offered a different deal from a dastardly Hugo, Ivina, and Eddie.

After fighting a mitz of frightfully falling forest, Hugo and Eddie fell into lethal

liquid and emerged changed forever. Grab a guzzler, let's get back to this gassy gossed goss. That was me this morning.

That was me this morning.

It's a goss.

Just change a vowel in there.

Hello everyone, I'm Gustavo Sorolla, the dungeon master of our putrid party.

I'm going to hit our four players with an arrow.

Okay. Maybe I won't hit you with an arrow.

This week's role-plane warm-up question is,

can you tell us about a time where you got into trouble as a kid?

Oh, that's a good one.

Can you specify, kid?

Whatever you consider a kid, I know the answer might be a little complicated for some members of

a party.

Well, I'll start.

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