This is a Rooster Teeth production.

Salutations to all your slithering trackers?

Slip your slime into the stinky dragon and guzzaloidest gulp.

Revenge is a dish best served.

It's a mixture of strong cold grip coffee, confectioners clanging sugar,

half and half life topped with a pair of leeched lungs,

drowning in a relentless flow of grudge bearing slime,

or just some crushed ice.

Previously, our adventurers faced a harrowing run-in with Frankenstein falling apart,

scaling on scintillating with spite, an idiot wakening a whole new side of the drag on,

drag hast.

Now the party's plans are crumbling all around them,

so grab a gusler, let's get back to this gassy goss.

On the module, what was the direction for your blubbering sound?

Blurbulgurbul in brackets pronounced as if being drowned.

Blurbulgurbul.

Blurbulgurbul.

That should be our greetings.

Blurbulgurbul.

Blurbulgurbul.

Blurbulgurbul.

It's like a sims thing.

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