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Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Greg Bruce.

Hey, Ron, once again, the spot down in the world

for casting the either from the salubrius confines

of London's most enchanted comedy, then, you.

The so-ho theater located far below the streets of Soho.

The pristine, sparkling streets of Soho,

where people are friendly and shake your hand when you walk by.

And shit like that. This is our second show in a row from London.

You'll be hearing them a week apart. We've done them, but just several hours apart here.

But I'm as fresh as a daisy god damn it. I've had something to eat.

Yeah, you betcha. I bathed in lavender oil and I've anointed my body with sacred oils

and I've had the indican glands of certain ferrets injected into my hypothalamus.

And so I'm feeling pretty frisky right about now.

There's no telling what'll sprout out of my body as the show goes on.

There's really no question of that. Exciting to be back here in London again.

Of course, though, we're going to be doing Who's Line on the West End for a couple of weeks here.

And that'll be very fun. It'll be the bald guy, the woman who I can never remember her name.

And the other two people, they're great. I'm very close friends with them.

And people, as I say on the show often ask me, do you miss Who's Line? No.

Still on it. It's still on TV in America.

And I still work with the cast all the goddamn time.

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