Last night, I said, hey, can you help me move my entire studio? And I said, I'm actually quiet, but then he interrupted me. I said, I said, bet, then. Give me a time and a place to be. And not only was there way more stuff and way heavier than he thought it was going to be, which is a given. It was also all made of fiberglass. Extremely cancerous. And he carried it real close to his face.

I was sucking it in.

I've been coughing up ever since.

So this might be your last show with Eden.

Yeah.

The heroes of your, brave heroes of your,

destiny be done,

these four freaks will become

the heroes of you.

Yeah. Freaks will become the heroes of yours.

Beneath a canopy of mighty trees lays the smoldering ruin

of a once quite nice Spiegel tent.

Glass shattered, uncomfortable wooden chairs smashed two smithereens,

and at the center of the scene of destruction,

the charred remains of a tree man thing

with a spiral-shaped sword

sticking out of its side.

Dirty Fern has been defeated.

Slain by Stefania Germanoetta.

Who thirst for blood sated.

I said her goodbyes and returned to the city of Ironside,

where she will make lasagna in our hearts and minds forevermore.

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