Greetings and salutations. You've successfully arrived at the bloody disgusting network.

The passage of time will now bring you to something strange, unique, and idiosyncratic.

Have a good time.

What was your special order?

You read it, I thought it was clear.

What was it?

Bring back to our four priority one.

All other priorities you send it.

From the distant moon of LV-426, to the other distant moon of LV-223,

We are Halloween.

This guy is the moon,, what I got to tell.

Happy Halloween.

Happy Halloween, trick-or-treaters, dreamers, campers, suspects, deadites, friends till the end, and space jockeys.

It's Michael Myers-Roffman back with our first tricks and treats episode since, oh, I want to say,

the last screen movie?

Almost a year ago, believe it or not.

Well, here's a deal. Since then, our mailroom has flooded. Water

everywhere, pipes burst in, it's a shit show down there, and we never really did anything

about it because, look look we're too busy

potting we've got Reynolds to do we've got aisle commentaries to do we've got deep

dives into child's play at the time we had to go off adventuring with any of Jones.

So look, we don't have time to fix the plumbing, all right?

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