Let's shoot this fucker.

The rain rye, once again, this one's man of the world,

who best takes you to the last group as my part.

I'm the Oxfam move-can here at the Hay, that are infestible.

One of the classiest gigs we do here,

to prove to take that down a little bit.

They're at the Hay Festival, where geniuses from all over the world gather

and they've allowed me on campus.

It's exciting to be back in the whale.

It's been two years, I think, since we've been here.

Last time we were here, I didn't have a book,

and I was the only person at this festival without a book.

So, take that all the way out there, Rob.

Last year, I had a book, and it was exactly the same time of year,

and I was like, can I come back to the festival, I have a book, and they're like, no.

We don't have people two years in a row, and I'm like, but I didn't have a book,

and now I have a book.

So now it's a year after the books come out, but God damn it, I still have the book.

So, we're back for our second biannual, or bikerious,

time here at the Hay Festival, located in lovely whales,

which is adjacent to another country called England,

where you'll recognize the difference between the English people and the crowd

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