Whether thou art a ghost that has come from the earth, or a bansom of night,

or has no honor, or one that lies dead in the desert, or a ghost unburied, or a demon,

or a ghoul, whatever thou be, until thou art from all the truth, thou shalt find here no water to drink,

thou shalt not stretch or thy hand to arm, into a house enter thou not,

through all the bans, break through thou not.

We are protected, though we may be frightened.

Our life, you may not steal, though we may be scared to death.

Welcome to Scared to Death, creeps and peepers and Roberts and Annabels. I'm Dan.

Hey Dan, I'm Lindsay. Hello, hello.

Dan, I feel so good. I know you, I know you're back to full speed, I love it.

I'm so excited to do this show today, because I feel like, oh, I'm here, I'm doing this.

Yeah, yeah, you're back. You're back. All right, I love it.

Airclothes. Airclothes. Not to blow out anyone's ears.

And also not that we would comment on it anyway, but I just thought of this,

like recording this advance again and we don't know about the election.

Yeah. Not that we need to come, but just so you know, like, oh, they didn't even mention it.

Well, we don't know what's going on.

Can I tell you the funniest thing that I posted? I don't know if everyone follows me on social media,

and you don't have to. But like, of course, you know, like, I have a little bit of a following,

and it feels like there's pressure to have in a obligatory election day post.

Yeah. And so I had seen this post that was so funny. It says, like, I wish that I could run for office

so that people could dig up scandalous shit on me so I can piece together my 20s.

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