H. of the We’re Not Meant to Know podcast

Anyway, just imagine this spooky wind sound as he floated around, no legs, then just slowly go insane thinking about it.

I'm blanking out about what was on his T-shirt, though.

Which is weird, because you couldn't miss it.

It was a tree, but...

Bent way over, maybe?

My brother's 10 years older than me, and he and Adam Broglie literally used to sit in our basement and get high while I was in the room watching TV, real classy.

But one day, Adam starts sort of laughing hysterically, and he said, oh, my God, did you hear what the torso puppet just said?

He said, Otto begged to die.

What is that about?

And my brother looked at him and said, no, you idiot.

He didn't say that.

He said, Otto baked a pie.

And I remember I didn't say anything because I wasn't actually sure that Adam wasn't right.

I wasn't really sure what I heard.

Who knows?

Maybe I caught a whiff of what they were smoking that day.

Joby, look at those freaky eyes.

Not quite an alien, but about as close as you could get.

God, that is really disturbing.

Look at this picture.