You know what's crazy?

The first half was so good and you guys, it clearly worked so hard on that.

But now for the next, however long we do this campaign, you have to remain, like, you have to be like monks who've taken vows of abstinence, right?

Because the second you, either of you finds love, the quality of this show will decline.

Yeah.

The heroes of your brave brave heroes of young, destiny be done,

these four freaks will become the heroes of young.

In a musty-smelling apartment.

In the center, a dining table with no chairs.

Swirling.

Above the couch, a dependent lamp, and bursting through the door of this dingy, single man's apartment,

comes our heroes, the Minotaur, sunbelt, gongbonger, a duckling rogue, Polly Waddle. A handsome.

Someone would say too handsome.

Human Ranger, Charion, Valerian, and closing the door with a slam behind him,

none other than dinner munch about.

Human wizard, an occupant of this sad, sad domicile.

Take a seat, I guess, on the couch or the floor.

I don't, there's no seats around the dining table.

Hold on.

And then I roll up my puzzle mat.

I put it in its special drawer.

Will your butler mind if we hang out here?

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