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But the pizza's still hot.

Let's all grab a plate.

I'm sorry again that I showed up so long and so late.

Lukey woke up, rubbing his eyes to grab something to eat.

Little Kipperino took his baba.

He squeezed his daddy's hand as he wiggled his feet.

They huddled around the table and laughed and they talked, remembering all the good times this year and all the miles they walked.

A crew like no other.

Best in the biz.

Like a Diet Coke at breakfast with its bubbles and fizz.

Bugman said it's good to be back and that we're all still together.

He said, from the bottom of my heart, I am sorry for the worst summer ever.

So to the army of garbage, man your battle stations because the new tour starts up soon.

We'll be in Toronto, Austin, Tampa, and I think Cleveland in June.

Still some tickets available.

Never tire or fret, because we're still in the fight.

And a Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

We love you, gang.

Peace!

Hey, everybody out there, and welcome back to everybody's favorite podcast.