Hey Zebulon, could we get some, you know, getting people to subscribe to the Patreon music?

That's a wonderful idea, Casper.

About a year ago, some friends of mine and I launched Midnight Burger, an audio drama about a time-travelling dimension-spanning diner.

We met Gloria, who had just lost her tacharya to the pandemic.

I saw the ad and for some reason a diner out in the middle of nowhere sounded like a good idea.

We met Leaf, the Galactic Drifter.

I was in a card game in Andrometer, which we all know is a shithole.

We met Ava, the rogue theoretical physicist. You know what we called

the zoologist back in school? Poop lookers? You want to know why? Because they

looked at a lot of poop. Because they looked at a lot of poo. Because they looked at a lot of poo.

We met a sentient old-timey radio that somehow talks back to you.

Oh look, a beautiful wooden horse they have given us as a gift.

Let us not look into it too much. What could possibly go wrong? And we've met some guy named Casper.

Earth is the bar in Roadhouse before Patrick Swayze shows up.

There was never a dull moment at midnight Burger. They went to strange planets and were hunted by monsters. Holy shit.

Really big monster. Zero irony.

They went to Harlan County, Kentucky and survived an attack from the X.

Stand back, she might explode.

I obviously deserve better than go!

They narrowly escaped an alternate reality earth where ads are mandatory.

Can you hide me somewhere?

This desperate plea is brought to you by Arby's.

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