Hello, Entertainment Receptical. I thought I'd spend this beautiful spring day counting all the dimensions, but then I finished immediately because there's only one. In other news, my intern Craig is still missing.

Not any more, sir. Here he is! Doesn't Craig look happy to be back? Or at the very least, just totally like himself?

Trisha, that is a mop with Craig's hat on it. And I would call that an upgrade. I still think you're hiding something, but before we get into all that, a quick reminder.

Magic Tavern is doing a live show in Indianapolis this August, the same weekend as JenCon. You see, JenCon doesn't know we're gonna be there. And we're gonna just be like, hey, how funny! That we should show up in the same restaurant as your wedding reception!

Weird. Anyway, the first live show has sold so fast that, with trademark knee-camp overreach, a second show has been added on Saturday. More info at hellofromthemagictavern.com. Click on the live shows tab, or just move to Indianapolis and wait.

What's that, Craig? Everything seems to be totally normal, and we should go right to the transmission? Huh, okay, if you insist.

Well, new Craig, since you absorb grime and spills much better than old Craig, who am I to argue? Enjoy the show!

Hello from the Magic Tavern. A weekly podcast on the magical land of food. I'm your host, Arneemee Camp. About three years and two months ago, I fell through a dimensional portal behind me.

I'm the Magic Tavern. A weekly podcast on the magical land of food. I'm your host, Arneemee Camp. About three years and two months ago, I fell through a dimensional portal behind a Burger King in Chicago into the magical, fantastical land of food. Luckily, I'm still getting a Wi-Fi signal from the Burger King through the dimensional riff, which I used to record a podcast every week here in the tavern, the Vermilion Minotaur, and the Town of Hogsface, in the land of food.

And I'm joined, as always, by my co-host, my good bud, Yusador the Wizard.

I am Yusador, Wizard of the 12th realm of a fesiest master of light and shadow, manipulator of magical delights, the O-or of chaos, champion of the great halls of Tarakas, the elves no me as feeing Yelik, the doors no me as son of an in-hook stangies, and I am known in the northeast.

As Guzzamurianist may star, and there may be other secret names.

So, names that if they were to even flash into your mind for a moment, your very brain would begin to boil, and as your brain did boil, brain ooze would leave through thine ears and pour down thine neck, cooking you from the inside out.

And if you've never listened to the podcast before, this is everything you need to know.

I'm also joined by my other co-host, Chunt the Talking Badger.

Are we having pancakes?

Good, catchphrase.

Catchphrase.

No foul of questions, are you a catchphrase?

No blood, no bodily functions, that's a pretty good pass at a new catchphrase.

Also, brain ooze is, we just call it bruise.

Bruise? Yeah.

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