This is the last cast of that single night where four friends sat in front of a mic for 4 hours and couldn't quit smiling or talking. We vibed that night so hard it was only broken up by the need for sustenance and the occasional need for Abby to check explosions in the hallway. As I was editing this cast, the last of that nights marathon session, the line from Road Warrior kept coming to me "Ah, the last of V8 Interceptors" I was sad it was over.

Okay, we did a show, it was good. We were all there and things happened but really Strange New Worlds opened yesterday and Nurse Chapel was on my screen again. Do you think she smells like vanilla? Cuz I think she looks like she smells like vanilla - perhaps mixed with a little lilac. Kind've a delicate floral tone with notes of something earthier. Okay, yeah, I might be drifting - listen to the show.

So we roll into this cast a fireball of direction and focus with some hard-hitting conversation about nothing we are supposed to be talking about, then eventaully wind up with double vaginas, elephants that can swat flies with their junk and ice cubes put places they aren't meant to go. You're Welcome!