Hello there and welcome to Appliedical Mints. I hope you're who the filters are all clean

and running freely and that your televisions are correctly positioned to avoid glare from

the low winter sun. Imagine if you can that you're expecting a delivery of bottled

lagers by the Hermes delivery service. Your tracking device says the driver is only a

minute away. You quickly wash your face and feet in anticipation just as there is a loud

knock on the door. Opening the door you are met with the stench of lukewarm pork water

and groin sweat and the sight of a bulbous Dr. Who style orc pin. He throws the package

on the floor and announces so is like it's broken. It's your problem now, mate. Oh, can

they have a shit by your bins please. It is of course my co-host Mr Andrew Dawson. Oh

yeah sexy. Oh Mr. Ockpink. He thinks he's a big wig. He's just a sweaty grifter. Faced

like a weeping blister. Nice to see you and to see you nice. I had to see you as well

but that was a lovely, lovely introduction. Thank you very much for that.

Near words. Ockpink. Do you like the ock sort of characters, you know, orcs and that kind

of thing? I try and avoid that kind of thing. I try to live a life that's founded in reality

rather than worrying too much about them because you get what you get is you get the little

orcs and that but then you also get them kind of mingling with what I would regard as

real people. Yeah. And I just can't be done with that. It does be nothing. So no, no

orcs for me. I don't want you having you're not done in. Before we go any further I'm

thinking of an animal's backside, Bob. Yes. Can you guess the animal? I think it's a

cat. It is just a pussy cat. Just a pussy cat. Yeah. It's not. I'll give you a little

clothe. Go on. Slowly walking off into the distance. The distance. Bear. No. Do you want

one more go? Yeah, because I enjoy this. Yes. Nice. You've promised you're not shading.

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