Hey, this is Jordan Morris creator of Bubble. You're about to hear a live episode recorded as part of SF Sketchfest.

It's incontinuity, I guess this would be episode 4A happening between episodes 4 and 5 for all you.

Cognuity, Efficient Autos out there. We're releasing this in honor of the new Bubble Graphic novel that comes out July 13th.

I'll be back a little bit later in the show to tell you more, but for now, enjoy this live episode.

Bubble, episode 4A, Escape, the Pinyakalata song written by Jordan Morris.

We're inside Literati, a busy coffee shop serving up alternative milk lattes and cold brew.

So strong, it will make you feel like your body is covered in tiny bugs that are all talking shit about you.

It's one of the roughly 1000 coffee houses in Fairhaven, a hip, urban paradise where young professionals go to brunch and work at jobs where people talk about disrupting.

And maybe wait till they're in their late 30s to settle down and have kids because they're still figuring out everything to do and themselves.

Oh, it's also on a hostile alien planet and shielded by a high-tech dome, but more on that later.

Spoiler alert, there's going to be a big evil spider guy.

Our heroes enter the shop. There's Morgan, a highly competent killing machine raised on the planet's surface.

Despite being able to dismember a giant carnivorous insects with her teeth, mainly talks about the golden age of must-see TV.

Everyone still talks about Seinfeld, but there are some killer episodes of wings.

Okay, I'll take your word for it.

There's Mitch, a former post-maid straver who now slays monsters with Morgan on account of his strange new powers.

He is the kind of man who owns three video game consoles, but no pans.

Sorry, I don't want to waste money on pans when I prefer grilled cheese sandwiches toasted with the lighter.

That's a fun outlook.

And there's Annie, who's a genius at turning alien elements into mind-altering drugs, but will often flake on plans with just the text, gone fucking.

Whatever you love it.

They scan the crowd.

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