Enough with the googoo eyes, you geek. All you need is googoo ears to hear us forcing Mia to take control of the Magic Guild, sequence breaking a heel turn, addressing a problem but refusing to solve it, sniffing Mia’s bed sheets, beating the shit…

Once more into the poopy pit. Inside that mess we’re aspiring to the rank of Dragonmaster, misunderstanding Jessica’s social cues, hijacking the seas, letting Jessica cook in Silver Star Harmony, blowing up food, sleeping on the floor, getting my…

I have so many frightening dreams these days. You have so many Lunar podcasts. This one’s got us getting villainously angry at Dyne’s Monument, locating a prescient Burg resident, being last beheld, refusing to forgive a loss-causing world,…

It’s painful when the memories return too suddenly. It’s less painful when we’re stealing villagers for mining work, blowing up a tombstone, revealing Chris’ ultimate weirdo secret, counting action figures, seeding rumors of a beautiful…

Down here, it doesn’t matter. Down here, we’re loving when a town turns into a dungeon, keeping the Ramus Shop vibes intact, starting a signal fire, CAPITALIZING words ARBITRARILY, ethically debating nude fortune telling, yacking all over shoes,…

Are you being able to look into my brain magically? Are you able to ear listen to us yearning for days of wine and song, creating a Hot Rod situation, making sure this Bud’s for you, speaking with bad grammar, calling dad by his first name, focusing…

When I want your opinion, I’ll give it to you…in the form of a podcast, where we’re suffering cursed mask after effects, removing a reference to childbirth, grossly misinterpreting “girl group,” requiring Nash’s friendship, setting out on…

This is the perfect time to be drinking. With your ears. To us designing secret behavior oppression systems, using outdated language, concentrating blue hair divinity, baking “nookie cookies,” wolf whistling a queen, remembering Barney violence,…

Let the scrubbing commence. Once clean, we’re deploying a burgle, only robbing the rich folks, assuming Reza’s city planners were children, reading the big book of suckers, imagining “podcasting town,” falling off a high horse, tangling…