Ladies and gentlemen, Greg Proofs.

Thank you one at all.

Good evening, good afternoon, good morning, pod people all over the world.

Harks and alarms.

It's Greg Proofs and the smartest men in the world, Proofcast.

Once again, taking to the airwaves, whoops, on the inner web,

scrape all over the universe.

Broadcasting live here from the cost of the Busamy epicenter of the

miasma of exploding creativity, the theater district here.

On the other end of Santa Monica Boulevard, past the fat burger,

which by the way I drove by and is in fine shape tonight.

We have a live audience with us here as we take it theatrical for this Proofcast.

And I welcome you and I thank you for coming out if you're sitting here live.

I can't see you at all.

What it looks like to me is that part of Mr. Toad's wild ride right before the train hits you.

All I can see are lights blazing in my eyes and an expectant after world,

coming with full of tiny little devils popping out of holes.

If you've never been on Mr. Toad's wild ride, ladies and gentlemen,

people are running across now.

Someone just ran across in front of me.

If I could describe to you this place, it's originally where bricks were stored for the rest of Los Angeles.

And then they decided that theater people should go inside as well.

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