On this episode, 175 will watch out for Fireballs.

175 episodes.

Look at that.

I just want to take this opportunity to thank everybody

for listening to us.

Not going to ask you for anything.

Just we really appreciate your support over the years, over six years, and it means a lot to us. So thank you.

Master, I pray. Come and accept our offering.

Yes, my child.

What is it you seek to bestow upon me?

Over the years, we've fueled our toil with a fine gruel of militant okra.

However, one of our hostlers has discovered a process by which one can thinly shave the flesh of the land beast and serve it upon an onion bun.

We call it the roast beef sandwich.

Mm.

I am pleased, my child. I will accept your gift and praise you for developing such wonders without my direct intervention now I must return to my sky palace to watch a baby fight a. I will see you in the next epoch.

Away!

Master, I call out from our Temple of R.B. Please accept our offering.

Temple of R. B. Please accept our offering. Temple of R. B. Hmm. Is this related to your

roasted beef concoction? Yes, master. The R. B. has assumed a central role in our society, and we have a new wonder to bestow upon you.

Drink this.

Oh, wow, my sinuses.

Ah, what is this spicy, spicy slurry? We call it, hoarsey sauce. Wait a minute, don't you usually ride here on a horse? Say hi, Horsey.

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