This is a great place to begin the fucking recording.

There is, if you ever have a question in your mind,

does Jack think that he's nailing this?

The answer is never, unless I'm saying, oh my God, I'm nailing this.

Unless I immediately afterwards go, oh, fuck yes.

I don't think so.

In my mind, you never have to give me that feedback of, oh, oh, I bet I need to tell him that he didn't do that right.

Trust me, I have it covered.

There's a voice in my head that never, ever, ever stops telling me everything I don't do that's not perfect.

Trust me, it's covered.

I got it.

You ever wondered, you ever admired my ability to like,

Oh Jack, how do you self-correct so well?

How do you keep going?

There's a voice in my head that never stops,

and it sounds like every single insult that anyone's ever said together,

like a Legionion monster from

Castlevania. It's a super sad. But that's actually not true. Therapy, get to sleep on time,

etc. You actually contain the voice. So, boy, we're beginning this show off on fucking boosters, baby.

I was actually going to say something about myself.

And it's fairly arrogant.

I don't say a lot of arrogant stuff.

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