Our first victim is gone.

Taylor Self is here.

The next victim is waiting in the wing.

What's here?

Oh, red.

Purpy, perpy, perpy, purpy.

Oh, my dog. What is this? It's blind,

relentless, constant pursuit of excellence.

That's what you are.

Welcome to the greatest show on the internet with the two greatest bald men.

One at the top of the totem pole, Taylor Self.

One at the bottom of the totem pole.

Welcome to the bottom of the totem pole, Caleb.

Sandwich between two bald men.

Just happy to be here.

Thank you.

This week's show is going to be crazy protecting the $3,000.

Let's get one thing straight. We are the greatest show on the internet. And for those of you

complaining about our format, we're over here dangling $3,000 on a fishing hook, just waiting

for people to come and take it. It's not our fault. Haddi Canio is the only win with balls

big enough to call into the show each week. You complaining about our format is a lot like your dad complaining about the smell of your mom's fish market downstairs. Yet he still makes reservations every Friday night at 6.30. We all know you're going to watch us no matter what. Now, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the fittest man on the internet. This video is going to be out of the show Kill Taylor.

It's frequently called the greatest show on the internet.

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