Today we conclude our series on Ted Bundy. We'll pick up with his continued killings in

Colorado and Idaho, cover his first arrest, his escape, his first stint in prison, and

yet another escape. We'll then follow Bundy on the run to the horrible state of Florida,

where his killings continue, eventually leading to his final arrest, trial, and execution.

I'm Mike, I'm Ian. And I'm Dave. If you're feeling especially patriotic this weekend,

stick around, what better way to celebrate America that by cranking up Old Sparky and

having a good old-fashioned weeny roast, courtesy of Mr. Theodore Bundy? This is Necronomopod.

People here have been anticipating for ten bitter years. The day-state prison officials wired

up the chair called Old Sparky and ordered Theodore Robert Bundy to take his seat.

It's time for him to go. And now I have a daughter that lives in like city and I'm

wanting gone. For these Floridians, the execution was a chance to vent their anger and demonstrate

their hatred toward the man responsible for at least three deaths here and the legal system

that allowed Bundy to survive three previous death and were into ordering his execution.

I'm certain he ought to die and all the ones that's over the other protestant, even the

judges and the jury, they once sold better against him, gave him a lot of this wrong.

They should be done the same way as he's going to get it if he gets it and hope God he

gets it.

I just realized I didn't put vodka in my drink. Is it just water?

You've been drinking it for a little while?

Yeah, I just took a sip and I was like, why does this taste funny? And I'm like, wait a minute.

I was wondering why you were staring at it.

I look at him and I'm like, I don't think I put alcohol on this. This is sober us.

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