Dungeons and Daddies is a rowdy, horny, violent podcast for grownups.

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These are the operations of the McFadden Gate Hanger Door.

Its only mission, to open, to close, to open again, and to boldly close where it has always closed before.

Thank you. Doors log, door date D-Z00-R.

Open and closed 143 times today with perfect efficiency.

Yet during opening 144, something strange happened. I was approached by a fugitive emissary from the planet Ene named Ashley Birch. His skin was sagging, his breath labored,

his voice constantly changing. I think he might be dying? Regardless, Mr. Birch seemed to be on some

sort of mythic quest to the outer worlds. He and his companions, who looked like they were all going

to die, made a valerent attempt to escape the hangar, but the outer worlds. He and his companions, who looked like they were all going to die,

made a valourant attempt to escape the hangar, but the final space between them and their ship proved too difficult to cross. That's when Mr. Birch invited me on an adventure. Time to turn out the lights, he said. At first I thought I was having a glitch. Texts like light switching are not part of my programming. With a disaster looming on the horizon, we zeroed on a solution.

Ask light to switch off the lights. Unfortunately, light was his usual jerk self and made me look stupid in front of my new friend. Now Mr. Birch and his friends are gone. Sigh, life is strange. But I'm happy you're here, Doorslog. I'll always have you to talk to even when it's the last of us.

Part two of the century coming later.

Gotta go.

Bye.

Signing off, Junior Hangar Door Officer Tiny Tain, Italian, Molly, Aloid, Danica, additional voices.

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I'm Welcome to Dungeons and Daddies, or perhaps we should say Grandpas and galaxies. A grand space popper about four gilts. That's GILS. Oh, I don't like the inhale. I didn't love the inhale. Yeah, that was really nasty. I could feel different fluids in the inhale. Who take to the stars to rescue their grandkids. Why whatever? why would you say it like that?

Well, I'll tell you something, dear listener, every episode we've had to record pickups of us saying the word grandkids because we've been like hardwired to say the word kids. I don't like that you're saying we. This is a mistake I've never made. When Beth fucks it up, though. I know, I know. It's going to be so good. Juicy as fuck.

From now on, whenever we say kids instead of grandkids, I propose that we do not re-record the word grandkids and we use instead Beth's recording of grandkids. Beth, can you give it to us, please? Grandkids. Great. So if you hear Beth say that, that means that you know that we fucked up. One of us fucked up. Four gilts who take to the stars to rescue their grandkids.

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