This is a headgun podcast.

Who hail well, well? Couldn't stay away, could you?

I'd take it to your rude tales of magic fix, is that right?

Hmm. Hey, don't worry. I'm not here to judge, man. In fact, I'm cool.

Let me just open up my trench coat and say you a new episode of rude tales of magic.

And don't, by the way, don't worry. This isn't like a flash of thing.

My body is so desiccated that this doesn't count as flashing.

In fact, I dare you to find so much as the hint of a genital on my horrible little body.

Ha-ha-ha!

The fleshy walls of the nest are collapsing all around you.

Radiant, cleansing catholics flame spread out all around you. It's chaos. What are you doing?

Freddie is still stumbling in, you know, a pile of bodies all around him trying to get his way out of halfling flesh that is now turning Catholic all around him.

Yes, so what's happening is the heads, the swollen, you know, these blue head roads on all of these tiny, these pipsies and these strong.

They're exploding. They're exploding all around you and they're looking at you with new eyes.

What the hell's going on here? What the hell? Hell, I can see hell!

Ha-ha-ha!

Their connection to mother has been severed. She's exploded.

There is no mother let she is dissolved. It's goop blue goop everywhere. It is, I'm, I'm, we're taught you guys are covered in blue goop.

It is not, it's not burning, but it's goop.

You're going goop on. You will have some people want goop on them, but you, well, I don't know.

Actually, I don't know what you guys are into, but I'm assuming you don't want goop on you.

It's not goop for Albi. My fur!

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