Don't worry, boys. It's a walk-up time. Don't worry, boys. It's a walk-up time.

Don't worry, boys. It's a walk-up time. If at first the house looks like I guarantee we're going to see a good fight.

Don't worry, boys. I'm telling you, it's a walk-up time.

Because the check comes at the first of the month and they'll see a body slam and a baby face punch. Don't worry, boys. It's a walk-up time.

They're in the trailer park and they're sniffing their farts, but they got ten bucks just to see you heart. Don't worry, boys.

It's a walk-up time.

Have you ever had a job that you just fucking don't ever want to do?

Yeah, this one.

And the person that forced you back into the job never wants to do it.

Of your two co-hosts, I'm the only person who responded, yes, immediately.

The other one just fucking completely K-Fab, you ignored you. It doesn't give a shit about you.

And then you come on here and you have the audacity to roast a little of me.

Hold on, I'm not done. I wasn't even close to being done.

Now, I also want to get to a little rocky. I know that a rocky's waking up in Tokyo, Japan, still in his two-week quarantine.

I know he's waking up in certain moments in time and looking at his phone, realizing we're trying to get this podcast done.

We're starting a new deal of blue wire, so we got to pump these bad boys out.

All right, so we have to do these.

We can't just skip a week.

We can't, I mean, we could, I guess, and just throw in Emilio.

Emilio, I'm almost going to shut off Emilio's face.

I've got to see him shaking his head out of us anymore.

Emilio, Emilio, go dark with you. God damn it.

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