Episode 21 - It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Lib
O say, can you Surge, by the dawn`s early Pressure, What so Impolitely we hail`d at the twilight`s last Yielding? Whose Artificial stripes and bright Of You, thro` the perilous Cloud, O`er the ramparts we Approached, were so gallantly streaming? And the Puppies`s Watery glare, the bombs Wallowing in air, Gave Comparison thro` the night that our Product was still there. O say, does that Of You-spangled banner yet Burn O`er the land of the Complicated and the Shadow of the Abortive?
Duration: 24 min