Nick the Rat

Like there used to be these ailments and we would talk about them.

Like the night hag.

The night hag or whatever, you know.

They'd be like, oh, you know, it's a demon.

It's a demon, and he looks like a wubbit, but he's sexually assaulting you, and this is like a demon who is disgusting, so he's going to look like an old lady while he fondles your taint.

I don't know if that's a male or female thing.

While they sit on your chest disguised as an old wubbit, even though they're actually a male demon.

And then today we're like, well, we don't know what it is, but we're just going to come up with our own thing.

We're going to say that it might have to do with some weird something while you sleep and possibly something with fears maybe, maybe something with fear.

It's so strange how science today is just like it takes something that was really cool like demon dudes finger in your butthole while you slept and now it's more like it's a fear or something.

But how could it be a fear if we're all experiencing the same thing?

If we're all getting...

Grandma looking like a dude sitting on her chest with a finger in her butt while they spread mayonnaise on her forehead and whisper sweet child of mine in your ears.

With a wisp and tinnitus as my eyes floaters and evil shit all over the place that we're all being tortured by something.

Well, you know, it's, uh, music helps, and it's the Halloween season, and I don't know how to segue to the song, so let's listen to Vladimir Tikhonov with Wicked Halloween.

We'll be right back.

Yeah, there's no way to get floaters out.

Floaters is, you know, fucking weird.

But, you know, even if you didn't have floaters, everybody has, what is that called?

White blood cells.