All right, we've got a drug and arms dealer named Fideel running a homegrown

terraced assembly line out by the Margaret Adelce River Basin. We find it, we paint it for a laser

target of bomb we get the hell out. No must, no fuss.

For snooks, we would need much money. This is Wilmsack.

Hello and welcome to Filmsack. This is Filmsack episode 548, mining the very depths of film entertainment

for all mankind. I'm Scott Johnson. Join today by Brian. If there are kids in there, he'll

just smash your equipment done away. That's what we do. Oh, hi. Hi, Colonel. My team is here to

report on what we found at the helicopter crash site in Bolivia that took the lives of 25

innocent kids that were suspected of being used as drug mules by a local drug cartel, Bambalam.

As far as we can tell, the explosion that took down the helicopter was so intense that it

literally vaporized those poor little kids straight to heaven, leaving only their ready smoldering

teddy bears. Bambalam. Additionally, we found five sets of dog tags and a neat black ops team

consisting of no less than three of the sexiest men alive candidates for people magazine, sexy Bambalam.

And when I say in a pile, I mean they must have been a huddled up in a fiery hug of manhood

for their dog tags to be all tangled up like that. Bambalam. What's that, sir?

And we've been listening to the Ram Jam's classic black betty only on repeat for the past 20 years,

sir. Bambalam. Whoa, black Randy. Bambalam.

Randy.

Brandy. Brandy. Brandy. Brandy. Brandy.

Not plain. Like black mat lock. Yeah. There you go. Not mad lock. Yeah,

but drivers. Give me black. Dracula is black. Yeah, black. Yeah, we get it. Black.

Yeah. I don't know, but you kind of you summed up the the dissonance of 25 kids lives were just

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