You're listening to the Sans Pants Network.

Although you see no water for miles around,

we are nevertheless marooned, trapped in this nightmare of my homelands a place called

Barovia while my people may come and go as we please for you these mists are as walls and the vampire Strad von Zarovich, your warden.

But fear not, for Strad's heart may no longer beat,

but it is still a good place to stab him.

I would like to, Adam, get my Foremy and eye, my last Foremy and eye.

I'm basically going to try and deform the magic on the enchantment that makes you eat flesh.

To try and make something like effectively like a magic skeleton key.

Yeah, I'd say you make kind of basically a potion of dispel magic.

Yeah, and I'll psh on the wall, on the door.

The words consume flesh fade and change instead

into that script that is completely indesciparable to you.

Hardcastle's note changes as well to be readable.

It says, don't consume flash.

The doors swing slowly open.

How long would have taken you to do that?

Concoction and then throw it on the door.

Maybe like a minute,

minute, most.

So in that time I could have gone to where the other two

three doors in this bottom section?

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