Hello and welcome to the Drabblecast Hollow Wellness Special. I'm your ghost,

Silocibin Sandalhemp. Man, formerly known as Cryptkeeper, prior to my journey of self-discovery and insight.

It's been a while since Norm's had me guest hosts, after suffering that complete and total

nervous breakdown on the Halloween special years ago.

That was fun.

Norm told me I should take some time off after that, and also that he thought I was annoying,

so he released me for my Halloween hosting obligations, so I wouldn't be a workplace liability, and said I should look into therapy.

And then I involuntarily said scarpy, and he threw me out.

Suddenly, I was on my own, a self-loathing street skeleton questioning who I was, how I could walk up right,

how I could see where I was

going and project airflow out through my mandibular canal in order to speak, and how I was going to

make it in this topsy-turvy world as a cryptkeeper triggered by Halloween puns. I couldn't escape it.

You can't run from Halloween when you look like a goddamn costume. Everywhere I went, people would

toss candy corn at me and compliment my skeleton costume.

And I'd throw it back at them and say, you're all covered in meat.

I'm the only skeleton here not wearing a costume.

And keep your candy corn. It tastes like cargo.

I even stayed in and did nothing for Halloween.

And it just felt like I was dressing up as the government.

And that's when I saw the ad that changed my life. Tired of feeling lost, empty in some place other than a comet, it said, don't be not on the comet you could be. Come be on the comet you're not on but should be. Join the heavens teet wellness retreat. Leave your bones behind. Be Y O K. Be Y. Okay, I thought, and then I

saw under it was a picture of the Kool-Aid man breaking through a wall and into outer space,

carrying, as usual, a little picture of himself, his child. Something about those words

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