Down To Folk
Down To Folk

Season 3, Episode 4 · 1 week ago

Phase Four

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Lloyd compares the lack of connective tissue in season 3 to Marvel's phase four, while the others tell stories that seem familiar.

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About Us What happens when you take three people,  put them inside a Secret Government Agency and give them access to the largest collection of folklore, fairytales, and legends that have (n)ever existed?

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Begin part fixing network transmission. In three, two, one, here we are back again for more nothingness. Am I the only one that is still looking for some sort of connective tissue here? This is worse than phase four. Say what you will about the bald one, but at least he tried to weave things a little, and he's not even on the call sheet until the next episode. But I digress. You are not here to listen to me discuss the lack of structure here in season three. No, you figured that out on your own. So let's listen once again to all the entertaining ways we can find to not move the narrative forward. Do you know of the fairiest, dear the pixies in the wood, those tiny tinkling beans bringing...

...human children? Good? Then you know nothing of the forest, for deep inside it lay the nasty, snarling, hideous creatures known only as the Fay. They bring their babies to their homes of good people far and near, then steal the child from its bed and in they disappear. The weak and growth hast baby they leave looks much like a human child. But as the fairy grows and grows, it's more and more reviled. These are the changelings in their cots, impostors for their own the parents will destroy the beastes if their identity is known. But there was once a changeling, a weak and sniffling child who would bite instead of Giggle, whose intifant face was SNYDE. The parents, only humble farmers, tried the best they could. Their efforts kept their child from evil, if not very good, and though the child's...

...robotic voice made him the strangest boy, his parents lived him endlessly and called the Gild Lloyd. The one knows just what became, or even what's the Craig, if the parents ever found out or if the fear ever came back, but some have heard the whispers of a change. Lain grown, a man who collects the tales of monstrous things for a deicious master plan. I've told you once, I'm not going to say it again. Lucky took a deep hit off his green pipe and the smoke swirled from the end of its pipe, forming green clover's horseshoes, rainbows and pots of gold that vanished into a neon light filled bar. You can't stay in re basement, but I got a quit killing and it okay. Is that a a thread? Baby...

Bear looked up from his pot of honey and whiskey. Because I don't take too well to threats, he giggled his maniacal giggle. It's not a threat, baby, that's just that's not good for business. If you'RE gonna kill, do it somewhere else. I've got a business hern and I have murders being in my trash can and it isn't good for the bottom line, pottom line. Baby bear twisted his head in confusion. Clearly not confused bottom line, he hummed to himself. Need I go into detail about what is going on out there now? Don't you get your batteries in a bind. I'm well aware of what is going on out there, but you can't be bringing it in here. Lucky flipped a coin and stared at the side in which...

...it fell. It's ass against them, baby bear ground. Whose side are you on? Lucky sat very still, pondering the question presented. He took a deep breath and spoke my side. I am on my side, my business, my patrons, all are welcome to your correction. All who are down on their luck, all who's got money to spend a deal to be made a wish to be granted. I know about what is going on. I know whose side. I'm on the side that wins your best. Be careful, little bear, lucky. Their eyes narrowed, because who you're going to turn to when Your luck runs out? The door to the bar flung open. A middle aged man with dark glasses and a DT F T shirt stumbled in. I need to speak to lucky. Baby Bear looked at lucky.

He smiled. The bloodstain smiled, his tiny black eyes growing abysmal. WHO's lucky now? He pushed himself away from the table and headed towards the basement. Lucky stood up and slid out of his booth. My dear man, it's bade me you're looking for have a seat, and with that, the man and lucky sat down and began to talk. Okay, I'm back. Uh, no psychedelic journey yet. I'm not sure how long it's been. It feels like a very long time, but it's hard to say. I've mostly just thought about how hard it is to meditate, especially when you're naked in a strange place. I'll water my eyes, so there's a lot of eye irritation happening and that's not particularly conducive to meditating either. But overall,...

...this pretty nice, I guess. I tried to focus on the colors that you see when you close your eyes tight, and that worked pretty well for a bit. Maybe that was a little psychedelic, but it wasn't like eating mushrooms or anything, thank God. I hate those things. I still can't see anything, even my right hand right in front of my face. I think my best course of action now is to hop out for a second, rinse the salt out of my eyes and check the time so I can stop wondering about it. Then I'll get back in and get back to getting out of my head just a second. MM HMM. The door is stuck. The door is stuck. What the fuck? The doors? What the...

...fuck? What the fuck? Hello, hello, the doors stock fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, fuck. Fuck. Okay, it's cool. It's cool. It's cool. Okay, it's cool, calm down. They said they'd let me know when my hours can get me out. Then there can't be that much time left. Fuck. Maybe you're just not supposed to open the door for some reason ship. Maybe this is normal. I'm fucking turning this thing on. You've been listening to a podcast of the pod fix network. Discover more audible gems like this at pod...

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