The dimension beyond that which is known to man

that which is known to man

and utterly unknown to oblivious contemptible champs.

Grillas can't even conceive of it.

It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity,

yet unfattening and delicious.

It is the middle ground between light and shadow,

between science and superstition,

Cleveland and Rotterdam.

And it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge, three inches

from his gallbladder.

It is an area which we call, something's off with Andrew Heaton. I'm your host, Rod Serlin.

Portrait of a man at a desk, age 30-ish, occupation, podcast host, a gaunt,

albeit regal gentleman whose life is a treadmill of thinking and speaking into a microphone.

And in a moment he will think and speak about an iconic television show, a flickering box

with a

mysterious comedian.

a little booth which records him filled with knobs and flickering lights.

There's a Grimlan.

A Grimlan named Jennings.

But there's something this podcast host in his Grimlan producer don't know.

The comedian he's about to discuss the Twilight Zone with is death. Also, unbeknownst to the host, there's an impending swarm of nuclear missiles, a metal flock of destructive seeds of atomic doom and on each

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