Date: May 24, 2025
Theme: AGM run: The Modfather Monkey
Hares: The Wizard, Sperm Polluter, Pussy Snatcher
The Wizard: They've been out on trail for two and a half hours already.
Pussy Snatcher: Who's that calling?
The Wizard: Belly Dancer.
Sperm Polluter: Don't answer it.
Pussy Snatcher: Oh, look, first runner in.
The Wizard: Who is it?
Pussy Snatcher: Fatimus Maximus.
The Wizard: How the hell did he...
Sperm Polluter: Oh shit...I think we fucked up.
The Wizard: Where is everybody?
Fatimus Maximus: Dunno, its everyman for himself now.
Sperm Polluter: Whatdaya mean?
Fatimus Maximus: Things are bad. Hashers dropping like flies. Karamba has nobody to talk to.
Pussy Snatcher: Holy Shit! If Karamba has nobody to talk to...
The Wizard: It could only mean one thing...
Sperm Polluter: We are in the Twilight Zone. The Peaceful Void. The Sound of Silence.
The Wizard: Quick, get Karamba on the phone. We need random opinions about the global apocalypse or string theory or...
Pussy Snatcher: ...hashers are doomed.
Sperm Polluter: I'll call Karamba myself.
Fatimus Maximus: It won't work. He's already lost it. Even the rocks don't pretend they're listening to him anymore.
The Wizard: Then call Crap Thai, he's worked with the insane before.
Sperm Polluter: Crap Thai, I need you to ask Karamba about Quantum Theory or Existentialism ASAP.
Crap Thai: Why do I always have to be the one to talk to Karamba.
Sperm Polluter: Do it or you're in the bucket.
Crap Thai: Jeez, can't wait till we get a new GM.
The Wizard, your circle.
Yes Yes
The Ghost Rider
On On
The Ghost Rider
