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That's when the cannonball is started. What was that?

Well, if I couldn't help but notice you've barged into my moon shop.

Welcome and couldn't help but notice as well as you completely disrobed for

shimmering through my little shaft here. Well, it's hard to tell in here, man. Yeah,

just to keep it warm for a reason because we're sort of a spaceship that is

idling, but no, that is too much information for you to understand that you're

little sublocking brain. Oh my god. When do I touch it? Oh no. Oh, you can do

it. I just can't see. My moon shaft is ready. Oh my god. Welcome to the last podcast on

the left, everyone. I am Ben hanging out with Henry and hanging out with Marcus. How

you doing Marcus? I'm doing good, man. Have I yourself? I'm good. I'm excited to

talk about this subject today. We're covering the moon shaft. This is kind of

like a bungalow. This is more of a, some people say moon shaft, but honestly,

you really think about it. It's kind of like it's like an apartment building

next to Maus. Oh my goodness. I'm going to officially call every boner I get while I sleep

the moon shaft. It does all of the weird anomalous things to cover in the history of

humankind. The moon shaft is by far the most phallic. It sounds like it. There's a lot

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