This is Spears Podcast, episode 62.4. Bring out your ghosts. Now, if it sounds different, it's all of the Ohio in the air. It's thicker like molasses or a blanket. So we might sound extremely comfortable at all times. If you haven't been keeping up with the Banchicini Chronicles, Chicken Alfred, oh my God, a specter!

Or better known as the Spagost 2018, here's what's happening.

I accidentally, maybe, I don't know, might have allowed a spirit from the other world to come into the material plane.

The ghost saw that I was Skyping producer Eric, who looks like an old-timey pharmacist.

Truth, I've been telling him for years, It's the beard, the solid Midwesternness.

That pharmacist was her husband back in the 18 whatever's, so she stole him away and brought him

back to where they used to live, which is Akron, Ohio, which is now, the spaghetti warehouse.

So now we are here in the Buckeye State.

I saw that on a license plate.

Didn't know that before we got here.

To get our bearded brother in audio arms back.

Also, our editor,

because damn, this takes forever.

Get down, it's a cockatrice.

Easy, shush, shush, shush.

Amanda, why are we here?

Well, I don't really know anyone in Ohio besides Eric.

So I reached out to my family to see if I had any relatives in the area.

It turns out having, you know, 20 or so siblings per nuclear family is somewhat of a boon.

And now there's a McLaughlin in every state at the most recent count,

and at least one in every country in the EU. So this is the esteemed...

Chadwick, Icarus McLaughlin, and this is Henry. It's okay. They need our help. Now is our time to shine.

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