This is a Rooster Teeth production.

Compliments to all you Cloud Giants, stomp on another stinky dragon, guzzle on latest

gulp, anyway, shape or storm, it's a mixture of crushed telekinesis, storm brewed coffee

clouds, simply soaring syrup, topped with a mound of morning star soda, one nip of

this gulp is enough to turn any losing situation into a wind wind. Previously, our adventurers

arrived in a glurb glowing by the firelight and were reunited with their inferno foe,

the Spenix, the blazing beast demanded one thing, the mold of undergobula. The party

teamed up with local glurbian Hexel, searched the stars for clues, came upon a concealed

entrance leading underground, cobbled a cup of coffee, let's continue our Christenchius

Chronicle.

Wait, how did you know that was going to happen? Did you write that during lunch? I know

what? The recap. Did Michael write that? Michael wrote it. How did he know it was going

to happen? He's been listening this whole time. I'm confused. You gave us like a beautifully

rhyming like with all the iteration. It's almost like they plan like the general gist

of our episodes to a degree. Did we, as a party, are failing right now because we're becoming

predictable? We need to get real off the rail.

He kicks chip into the hole, kicks up Elga and flies off to a new land.

We're going to get everyone to go live in Barney's bowl in the sky.

Hello, everyone. I'm Gustavus Rola, the Dungeon Master of our Puget Party. I'm going to

hit our four players with an arrow. This week's role-playing warm-up question is, if podcasts

existed in Groteth, which ones would your character listen to? Obviously, this just

doesn't include tales from the stinky dragon. That was my answer. For present company excluded.

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