This is a Rooster Teeth Production. Greetings all you gooslings all you gooslings mmm flock on into the stinky dragon

drink up our latest Java.

Redonka honk.

It's a mixture of translucent turmeric, pseudosineman,

freshly conchilled gin germs, bubbling his honey, and a generous pinch of salt for bubbles.

One taste of this tacky tonic, you'll put the moor back in amorphous.

Previously our adventurers climbed their way into the claustrad

where they encountered counts,

bumped into more battlers, and curiously uncovered a captive they weren't expecting.

Round up a refreshment and let's resume this rank recollection.

Muah! No, ha ha ha ha.

What was that red bodont? What did you say?

Red, red, red honk.

Redonkahunk. Redonka honk.

Radonka honk. Radonka honk. Rad Hunk. That got John real good.

It's the beverage this week.

And my name is Gustavus Vorella.

I'm the dungeon master of this putrid party.

I'm going to hit our four players with an arrow.

Oh, you shot me in my bodont-a-dunk.

As long as it's not you're a donka-hunk.

This week's question is, if you could ask the arrow shooter a single question,

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