Hey, hey, hey, time to put your middle to the test, pal.

Why is it that I'm still poo-poohed, right?

Right.

And I reserve the right to say I have been poo-poohed.

Good, good, gentle folk of the village. I'm in the village square at this point.

Basically, right, if we lived in a village and not did a podcast, right?

I'd be in the village square wearing one of those hats, the farmer's hats that sort of

straw and go up tall.

And I'd stand on a little bit of a brick wall that's in the sort of roundabout you bit.

And I'd yell at everyone, oh, why am I still being poo-poed about the village when I am so right, you bastards? I'm trying to picture myself in this scene. And for some reason, I can't picture myself anywhere in the village square other than in the stocks. And I don't know why that's where I am. But that's where I am. I'm ever in the stocks.

Yep, yep.

You're in the stocks because you, um, flick the V's at the Vicar.

Oh.

The Vicar walked by, and you were plucking chickens.

You were plucking chickens outside the tavern for dinner.

For Master's dinner.

Conrad is master. He's the background of the village.

A bit oppressive. And then sort of the visual walk plus and then you just sort of like really sort of gave the two fingers like proper oasis style. You know what? Putting me in the stocks ain't

going to stop me flicking the Vs. I can do it from the stocks. My hands will just be a bit far apart.

That's why they're throwing tomatoes and yoghuts at you. Oh no. Yeah. But you're over on the steps being poo-poed. Why are you being poo-poohed? They're squirting frubes at you. No, not frubs. That's petty for Lou in tubes, Laura. That is petty for louin tubes. the baron's ship, the baron ships in the petty for loo in tubes just to squirt at

at chicken plucking tap and girls that flick the fees at Vickers.

That was a great sentence, I just said.

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