Yo, what do you want, beak or jaws, feathers or fur, sharp teeth or feet with claws,

whatever's preferred, they'll grant you all last request to steady your nerves, then podcast

the body parts get severed and served. Bring your weak shit, where the wall for now, la. That ain't just a mistake,

that's an awful howler. Both of them are known to pull up at your shows. Have the crowd witnessing a murder like they rolled in with a gang of crows. Fuck their censorship. Let them see the whole thing. They stay dressed to kill. Never sheep's clothing. Dark enough to turn the sun to the moon. You'll see nothing. All your hear's a huffer puff and the... Expect killings, red spilling and flesh ripping

impressive in it

The death bringing his head spinning

Just kidding every word in his song

About two grown men

Dressed up as a bird and a dog

Welcome

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Internet still fucked

My internet still fucked I hope you can listen to the pod My internet still fucked. My internet still fucked. I hope you can listen to the pod. My internet still fucked. It's insane. Yeah. Anyway, I think what we should, because we've just done an episode talking about your internet. So let's talk about, yeah, let's talk about traitors. I mean, that's weird things because it's Friday now.

And we, yes, we shouldn't talk about traitors.

Because we, yeah, we've got no idea what's just happened for three days.

We recorded this on a Tuesday.

That was maybe the worst suggestion of my life.

Do you know what?

I've been sitting here wondering, like, you know,

because when will Tom grab this by the scruff of the neck

and drive the narrative of this episode? And you've just given it an attempt. Yeah, but it was the worst attempt ever. That's essentially like, I'm basically, I'm like the guy who's just plowed the fucking Titanic into the ice. You've asked me to, you're basically the captain and you're in a bit of disarray. You've asked me to go out the front and make sure there's no icebergs

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