This is our store. You're in the way of our store. We're gonna go in, and we're gonna come out in 20 minutes

and I want you guys gone. We are a peaceful organization, but at this time, this makes me very warlike.

So help me, God. I will jump from head to head

using your skulls as stepping stones into the river that is the street. And I'm gonna take tea and

take a sip of it and spit it into each and every one of your mouths.

A little burn me, but it'll burn you twice. Burn me once with tea, shame on me.

Burn you twice in your own mouth. Shame on everybody. Involved.

Hello town jubilation committee. Yeah, I got something to make you a lot less jubilant.

I don't talk trash. I talk smack. They're totally different.

Trashock is a hypothetical. Like your mom is so fat she could eat the internet, but smack talk is happening like right now.

Like you're ugly and I know it for a fact because I get the evidence right there.

So it was you. I was going to expose you. I know. So I choose to expose myself.

This isn't what happened last week. Have you all got amnesia? They just cheated us. This isn't fair.

Sweetie, have a good show. What you do is so important.

Well, we certainly like to think so. What we're doing right here is a Thursday afternoon edition of TBTL,

the show that just might be too beautiful to live. It's the story of a man with a brothel of a home and a pool filled with human

excrement. I'm that man with a pool filled with human excrement.

Actually, right now it's filled with like rainwater and leaves and other

Atominal things. I mean, maybe there's some excrement in there too. I don't actually know.

By the way, my name is Luke Burbank coming to you from the Burbank Springs Broadcast Center,

Perchtoff, Alabama Hill, in Bellingham, Washington, the Bay City.

Oh, la la!

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