Did you hear the news of Socrates? He's finally to answer for his sophistry.

At last, the great lampooning moral gadflies to stand before the court of Athens and answer for his crimes.

To think, one could have the audacity to trade in talentless talk and lies, to lead our youth

astray and deny our gods, only to play the fool once more and plead ignorance when

his number is called.

Oh, magnificent Socrates, the great rhetorician, his followers are deluded.

A more fitting label, Socrates the great casuous clown. Lacking all reason and logic,

he makes a mockery of our institutions. Like the fool who claims others cannot see, because he himself is blind.

Socrates has only ever opened his mouth to appease his own lack of wisdom.

Justly, he now finds himself in a tricky dilemma. May the gods have mercy on his empire's soul.

... Hello and welcome to episode 70 of the Pan-Sycast.

I'm the pious Jack Symes, and I'm joined once again by the man who dictates the fact I am pious by calling me so, Mr. Andrew Horton.

I think that makes me some sort of God.

Hello.

That's for me.

Put him on trial.

And the man who merely names me pious because he knows I am already so, Mr. Olly Marley.

Hello.

Andy, if your father was responsible for another man's death, would you prosecute him in a court of law? Yes, Jack. I would. Does he listen to the show? I'm all on board with you for Fro there. And, no, I don't think he does. So, uh... Andy loves prosecuting people no matter if they've done anything wrong or not. Just as it for the cakes. Watching too much seats.

Good to see you both. It's been a little while. It's lovely to see you, Jack, in this merry month of December. It's, oh, it's December 1st by my watch. Whoa. Have you got an advent calendar? Sure. What do you mean, sure? Well, no, do you know, children use those? I mean, yeah, sure. I mean, it's a little bit,

it's a little bit rainy,

it's a little bit dark,

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