Hey, hey, hey, time to put you better to the test now.

Oh, mop, my little.

Hey, hey, don't you know you're raising you with the best now.

Uh-huh, uh-huh. Oh God, are you all just as we started recording.

I'm not well again.

I say again.

I think for someone who gets ill a lot, I think the last time I was like proper,

deathly ill was Christmas, all throughout last Christmas.

That's pretty, pretty good going if you made it out.

Yeah, that's not a bad run.

It ain't bad. I may have had one or two but I don't recall them at all.

So I may have just been really lucky. I feel like I've been fighting it off. As soon as

Sunday was over I had to go to Liverpool for Eff his big gay brunch and there was a

lot of sort of stress with travel and all of that.

The second, like because I took a train there, trains weren't running at like, you know, midnight and Fee very graciously came and got me.

The moment we got home and those has just started running and I think we've both been holding off on being ill until the stress response had stopped and then both of us.

I've never seen it that sudden happened to two people at once.

It truly is the classic, the, oh, I can stop and relax for half a second,

ah, fuck, immune response is dead. Yeah, so I'm not able to hang around the whole thing this week. Sorry everybody. But Sunday went well. I had a defining commander moment as I stood in

the ring and six other wrestlers tried to knock me over, which wasn't planned. The plan was for me to cut a promo and then they would all like try and knock me down.

Instead, something happened. I got one sentence in and they started and I thought you know what?

Nah! When the commander speaks she fucking reaches the full stop.

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