This is true crime.

This podcast is recorded in front of an unwitting audience.

This is true crime, Kent. Hello. Oh, hey, true crime. You ready to record up? Yeah, yeah, I mean, no. just want to talk of course nothing

recording has initiated you're sure you don't have anything to tell me.

Okay, it kind of seems like you're a bit suspicious.

I do have something to fess up about.

I know what? go ahead okay my accent isn't completely genuine no that's not what I used to have a lisp.

I still have a lisp, but I have hidden that from you for...

for some time now.

Uh, you're making a podcast out of these stories I've been telling you over the phone, Jack already told me.

Oh, I would never record these long stories you've been telling me over the phone, edit them, add a catchy theme song with bancho music,

and then call it True Crime Kent and take advantage of your personal monetary gain. Never. I'm offended.

If I'm getting 25% I've already talked to Jack. Just come on.

Oh, okay, cool. So you ready to make another episode then?

Uh, yeah, but I need to clear something up real quick first with you too.

I've also got to get something off my chest.

How dare you betray me?

Really?

Ah, after you, never mind.

Look, you know that nifty little voice that I do every time I tell a story during the like

the pinnacle and I sound like all ominous and impactful?

Yeah, the one that's like warm butter pouring into my earballs.

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