SoundCloud has the worst royalty-free music ever. I don't need these. Hello, everybody. If I could get a yay or nay from the audience on the audio, I'd be appreciative. Hello, Linux Noob and Zany's here. Hello, Zany. And we got Ryan. Hello, Ryan. And F, F Society. Hello, and Ryan. Hello, and Joshua. Hello. No, this is not Gentoo. Yay, question mark. I love what you do. That's hilarious. Make sure my phone is turned off. Awesome. So I'm going to be messing around with cute browsers tonight. I have used cute browsers many times in the past, but I've never taken the time to go through and actually customize it like in depth. I've done a little bit, but I've never gone through and like truly tried to customize it. So that's what I'm going to try to do tonight. SoundCloud has better sound quality than you installing Gentoo. One of these days, I'm going to install Gentoo and then just use it like stealthily in the background and nobody's going to know. Just a mess with people. Not that I know how to install Gentoo. I think I want to take a poll in my community tab to ask how many people that are actually subscribed to my channel actually use Gentoo because I'm very curious because it seems like the vast majority of people seem to use Gentoo. I wish I'd find hilarious. Oh, analytic. Mind it, how you doing? Yo, I was legit about to go back, go look up how to configure cute browser today.  I'm going to be winging it. It's the most fun stream. All of my streams are winging it. That's just the way it is. Like I've been using Gentoo for years and you guys just didn't even know that's not true. I use Arch by the way. I use an Arch derivative by the way. Much too lazy to maintain an Arch installation. Linux dude, that's great. I'm very close to that 4,000 mark for subscribers. I'd be there if I quit losing subscribers. I keep going up and down.  Which is the way it is. F society. What is plan nine? And I've, that's the second time in two days I've heard plan nine. I don't know what that is. I think it's probably both times from you, but I use Manjaro by the way. Manjaro is good. I like Manjaro. I just always feel behind when I use Manjaro because they delay their updates a little bit to maintain stability. I just always feel, you know, behind. I will make one. How are you doing? Hello, Santiago. Got the crew here tonight. Yeah. I wonder if TFL will show up. He's got, if he has insomnia tonight, you probably will. Plan nine is eight plans better than plan one. Plan, I remember a movie called, there was a movie called plan nine, wasn't there? I don't think I ever watched it. Surprisingly enough, if you duck duck go plan nine, you actually get the Linux issue or wherever it is and not the movie. An alternative to canoe, huh? Plan nine from outer space. Grigory Walcott, Tom Keen and Monica McKinnon. I've never heard of any of those people. It's 1957. Ranted four out of 10. So not a great movie either. There was a more modern movie they called plan nine, wasn't there? Maybe a remake? No, I'm curious. You guys are probably wondering what I'm doing. You can watch here. Nice misspelled movie run. This one here, yeah, 2015. That's the one I was thinking of. Still had people in it that I had no clue who any of those people are. Actually has a higher rating than the other plan nine. Interesting. Okay. Well, that was a plan nine is not Linux. Whatever. Old movie. Okay. So we have cute browser. I've done the only thing I've done to customize this version of cute browser is unable to add blocking. That's literally it. But I know DT has done some videos on cute browser. So that's probably what I'm going to follow. If I can actually type actually has two, I wonder which one's better. Well, this is longer. So it actually has to be better. I should have my headphones on, I suppose. So I have been a Firefox user forever and Firefox is a great web browser. But here in the past few weeks, I've really been wanting to switch to something more minimal as far as a web browser. And by minimal, I'm talking about a web browser that gets out of your way. I'm talking about something that offers no tabs or the option to at least hide tabs, no URL bars, no window decorations of any kind, no status bars, no kind of system trays or anything at the bottom. I just want a plain window frame that loads a web page. And a couple of weeks ago, I made a video discussing four possibilities that I might switch to and try out. And those were surf, cute browser, Vimby, and the men browser. And surf, I've actually used quite a bit in the last couple of months. And surf is just not a good option. It's slow, it's buggy. And it's just frustrating to use. That is true. A lot of you guys surf is terrible pushing me to give cute browser a try like a real hard look. And that's what I've been doing the last couple of days. I really kind of deep dived a little bit into cute browser. And I got to say, I'm impressed. So let me switch over to my desktop. And let's go ahead and just launch cute browser. So this is cute browser out of the box. I really haven't done a ton of configuration with it. By default, it does show tabs here in this top line. And by default, it does have a bottom status line that shows you the web page you're on. Also, the default search engine is duck duck go. But you can change this to anything. Of course, cute browser is very, very extensible. I'm going to show you a little bit of what you can do with the config. Let's discuss some of the very basics with cute browser. Now cute browser aims to be keyboard centric. It aims to be very Vim like in the commands. So to open something in Vim, you typically go into command mode, command mode, of course involves a colon and then you type a command such as open, which you could do here. I could type colon open and then a URL such as distrotube.com. Narcissist goes there for shorthand for that would just be typing O on the keyboard. And you say if I just type O, it actually gives me the full command colon open. And then I don't have to bother typing the full word. By the way, you don't have to type a URL if it's already in your history here. My recent history, you know, I could have found distrotube here. If I wanted to, I could go to my YouTube page. There are other pages to go to the page, but YouTube kind of takes a while to load in most browsers, but in surf, my YouTube page would take like 30 seconds to load. Sometimes it was just hideously slow in surf. Cute browser seems to have a little bit more pep in its step. Now since we've gone forward a page, what if you want to go back?  Remember the VIM navigation keys. H, J, K, L. Well, H and L for left and right are back and forward. So shift H brings me back a page. Shift L goes forward a page. It takes me back to the YouTube page. Shift H takes me back. Now let me show you a little bit about the configuration of Cute Browser. So the default config for Cute Browser is going to be in .config slash Cute Browser slash autoconfig.yml. So it's a YML document here. And by default, it really doesn't have anything. It's pretty much an empty document. You can edit it by hand, but they really tell you don't edit this file by hand. I've been editing it by hand, but typically you actually edit this thing in the browser itself. For example, you do things like set and then whatever command you're setting with whatever key bind you're setting, or you can do colon bind to add a key bind or unbind something. And all of that stuff does work, you know, in the browser. It actually auto writes everything to this file automatically for you. For example, the URL search engines here, I set other than DuckDuckGo, which is the default search engine. I wanted to set a few other things to be searchable. I wanted to set the ArchWiki to be searchable. Reddit, the Urban Dictionary, and YouTube. So there was a command I needed to do. I'm not sure if I can go back in the history and find that command. All right, I found the command here. And it's too long to really show you guys on camera, but basically it's colon, set, and then URL.search engines. You see URL.search engines in this document here. Let me zoom in. And then in single quotes, and then in the squiggly brackets, I set default to be DuckDuckGo AW, the AW key binding to be the ArchWiki, RE to be Reddit, UB to be Urban Dictionary, YTE to be YouTube. And what these do is now when I either do colon open or just O on the keyboard, and I do AW for ArchWiki, and then do space, and then a search term. So maybe I want to search for, I don't know, LightDM. Maybe I'm doing a install of LightDM, and I'm unsure about something. It opens the ArchWiki page at the LightDM page. How cool is that? And to show you the Urban Dictionary in action, I'll do UB and then salty. That's a good term to look up in the Urban Dictionary. Being salty is when you are upset over something little. So the Ubuntu user was salty over snaps, even though he's not forced to use it. And that's salty in a sentence. And let me move my configuration file out of the way here. And one thing you probably noticed actually in my config file, well, let me go back to it just briefly, is these bindings here. Let me highlight them. XB cycles the status bar to hide. XT cycles the tabs to show. XX cycles both the status bar and the tabs. So basically what these bindings do is XB, XT, XX, they are able to give me that more minimal look I'm after. So if XT toggles the tabs, XT toggles the tabs back. This video isn't really what I was looking for. XB is the same thing for the status bar. XB brings it back. If I want to toggle both the tabs and the status bar at the same time, XX removes both, XX brings both back. So it's very easy to really get this thing to be just a window frame displaying some HTML. And I really like that. Now if you want to see some of the settings for Qt browser, you don't have to open up config files or anything. You can do it all right here in the browser. So if I type O for open, and I just start typing Qt, you see some of the recent documents that I opened were Qt colon slash slash settings Qt colon slash slash bookmarks Qt colon slash slash bindings. The most interesting one here, especially when your first getting started is the Qt settings. And this is where you can go through here. And if I use the mouse, I could scroll or if I wanted to, I could page up and page down. We haven't talked about navigating up and down J and K work for just scrolling a little bit. Or if you wanted to, you can control F and control B to really move forward in the document quite a bit or back in the document. All right, let's look at the other one. Because I wanted to see where he talks about creating a Python configuration file. I think it's probably this one. So I've made a couple of really introductory videos about the Qt browser in the past, just introducing you guys to what the Qt browser is. I haven't really gone deep into configuring the Qt browser before. And I've gotten a ton of questions and people wanting to know how to do this and how to do that. So today, all right, hold on a second. Linux noob, that was a low blow man. One of the smaller Linux YouTubers used it and liked it very much. That's funny. You guys thought I wasn't paying attention. And like minded, I did try install V for a little while. But after like an update or whatever it broke, like it went update for what firm I said, I don't know why DT is echoing for you. I could probably just find a text tutorial how to configure Qt browser. I mean, wouldn't doubt actually look at the configuration file, I guess. All right. It's definitely scroll slower than Firefox does. I wonder if that's something you can change. Configuring Qt browser via the user interface, the easy and less but less flexible way to configure Qt browser is using the user interface. So that's why we're going to do the other way. For more powerful configuration possibilities, you can create a config.py file. Since it's a Python file, you have much more flexibility for configuration. Note that Qt browser will never touch this file. This means you'll be responsible for updating it when upgrading to a newer Qt browser version. You can run the config dash edit inside Qt browser to open the file and reload the file. Yeah, probably need to do that. So it's config write dash py defaults. So cd.config Qt browser. I'll ask here. I don't actually see a config.py there. This file should be located on Linux. So just got to do config. Jeevim. It's looking for Jeevim. Now Zany gets the thing when he doesn't look at the chat and I'm trying to tell him to do something. I'm ignoring him now. That's funny. I see it. All right. Let's copy link. So I can just go through and create. What do you want to do? I do not know anything about. There we go. That's what I'm looking for. Apparently, control A is not a selectable thing in Qt browser. Okay. That's quite a configuration. So I can just actually just do this, right? errors. That looks like the same Python error I always get with lately with running Python programs. Unhandled exception.  I'm gonna have to search. Let's see Python. Unhandled exception. See the thing is this isn't unique to Qt browser. I've been having this with pretty much any configuration, any Python program that I run. It's really annoying. The config file probably run fine in Gen 2. I alternate between ZZ and WQ. I do both. I've gotten in the habit of using WQ lately because of doing like some tutorials, and it's easier to show people to quit them with WQ than it is ZZ because it just doesn't, you know, there's no output with ZZ. Oh, that's here. Errors and exceptions. That's not gonna help me like that. How can I handle any unhandled exception? Normally unhandled exceptions go to this. I don't know any. I think this is not going to help at all. Maybe just search for 396 is literally the last line. I wonder if it's this. I bet you. Like a random E error. Well, it's a different, at least a different error. While setting downloads that location directory invalid. That's because you got to change that. Okay. Can't use your username there, Zany. You use Zany for your user names. I know that now. Now I can steal your identity. That's not even the location of my, uh, let's see, change word media. Oh, wait, this. Okay, and we'll search for this again. Nothing. Good. All right. Now. I wonder why there was a random either in the configuration file. That was weird. Yeah. I don't, some would copy and paste. I guess we got to go back here and actually look and see what you got here. Started at the top. Holy moly that your, your ASCII art did not come through very well. I'm assuming that's supposed to say Zany something or the other, but those are just lines to me. Hey, let's see here. So you can VIM classes, things to shut down, I guess it's possible that I just pressed a random E button. Hit like spawn MPV. So is this the one that actually will open up the, the video in, in, um, MPV. So you don't have to watch the ads. Is that what that does? How does that actually work? Like, I don't know how any of this key bindings work. So, or are you kidding me? It's using your crappy font. Get this off my system. What is wrong with you? Get comic sans off my system. That's really cool users probably start off with using Ubuntu. I know I did. I started using desktop Linux about 13, 14 years ago and I started with Ubuntu and it was a great distribution. I still love Ubuntu and these days, of course, I use arch and arch based distributions. Okay. That is really cool. Also, it's very interesting that YouTube without any cookies whatsoever managed to put a, a distro tube thing on the front page. Granted, it would have seen some probably from my searching of dug dug go earlier, but I'm not, I'm not, I'm not zoomed in in. Oh, wait a minute. I am actually zoomed in on, yeah, that came through better. I forgot that I'd zoomed in so people could see. It looks like comments, comic sans. Like, you probably can't see it there at the bottom. It does matter. I was just laughing at it. So things are, I stole somebody else's configuration file and did everything else. What am I supposed to do? I suppose I could go back and let's see here. So cycle status bar shown always never. So is that what, that takes care of that. That's cool. Okay. And let's see XT takes the tabs. So that works. That's cool. Even shows them live. We could go inception live stream within the, within live stream. So XX does both. That's cool. A few weeks ago, I installed Ubuntu fresh on a new PC and watched a couple of YouTube videos without signing in and YouTube immediately recognized me and started recommending the usual videos. Yeah, YouTube is scary like that. Time to rice. All right. So here's what's funny. Actually, I should go here. You guys can actually see me again. That computer behind me is what I've been running Debian on for the last month. And most of my Debian long-term review is done. But what I've decided to do is do the entire thing in B roll. So all you're going to see in video form other than, you know, probably my face, I might show the webcam or whatever while I'm talking over it, but the actual footage from Debian is just going to be me ricing it over and over again, or at least one time.  But if not, it'll be Tuesday. I'll be happy to install something other than Debian on there. I don't know what, I don't know what distro I will go with next. It won't be gen two. I'm just promising you if you do that. That computer would take three weeks to compile a kernel. That's how old it is. Space Mono. Okay. Well, originally it looked like his weird font. Tyler uses a weird font and I make fun of him for it every time. Yeah, it's bullseye. I like it a lot.  I had no problems with it at all. I liked sparky lengths I tried yesterday way better though, just because it was easier to install. There was no hiding of isos, and it just felt more like a brand of modern distro to me. Like if you install Debian and then install XFCE, now this isn't this isn't a Debian problem really, but XFCE in its original most native form looks like it came out of the 1990s. I love my weird fonts. I'm very I don't know. I'm very uninteresting when it comes to uninteresting when it comes to fonts. I just use Hack Nerd font or JetBrains Mono. That's those the two that I use. Try OpenBSD or FreeBSD. I might do that for a video. I don't think I'd put it on that computer back there though. I don't think I'd want to use it for a whole month. Oh by the way, Tyler, are you still on OpenBSD? I'm very curious because Peter and I have a bet.  Go back to Linux. I'm very curious. We got to know to settle this bet. He's not. What did he go to? I noticed he's probably not listening to me anymore. You installed Arch. Oh man, I gave you an extra day. I had more confidence in you than I should have. That's sad. Good news is there are no stakes because I know he would have told me I had installed Gent 2 if I lost. Have I tried Slackware? No, I've not tried Slackware. I've heard just very little about it. I know it's really old. That's about as much Slackware as I know about other than... Oh goodness. It doesn't surprise me that he went away. I'm just surprised he didn't make it to Monday. I thought he would make it the whole weekend. Although I will say whatever you use to record the podcast on Thursday, Tyler, worked out really well. You should definitely do that again. There has to be an audio recording thing that you can use in the terminal on Linux. I must install Gent 2 now. I insist no. I have a Patreon goal of $350 a month. Then I will install Gent 2 again. I set the arbitrarily high so that I never actually have to do it. Please install Gent 2. No. I'm not even... Even if I wanted to, I'm not prepared to do that tonight. Last time, I just ate up my internet for whatever reason. After I was done with that stream, I went out to the living room and the rest of the family was like, why was the internet so slow? Patreon link? My Patreon link is literally right underneath my face. You can't miss it. I put it on every video. You know, I could try VB again. I don't mind that. It seems how Tyler has done my configuring of Kube browser for me. I wonder if it would be better to build it. I wonder if that's the reason why I had such a hard time, because it would not update through the AUR. Gent2 is the most user-friendly distro, trust me. You're like a used car salesman. This car only has 300 miles on it, trust me. Well, we know Tyler uses Brave Search. And as we can tell, no, I'm actually searching for VB browser. Thank you. There we go. So true. I find it funny. Okay, let's see if we can actually build this. Download, download, install app image, Fedora, Arch, Pac-Man. You can get the binary. I'll probably just install it through Arch then. I've never tried NYXT. Now, I was using that. There's one called like Ghost Browser or Ghostium or something that came out a little while ago. But I never got past like the initial big beta of it. Sentos. Does Sentos have another desktop environment other than Genome? That's the last. I guess I saw somebody running Sentos as their desktop, as their main driver, and they were using Genome. So I'm assuming that's like all they have. But that's just an assumption.  Doesn't ship.  Genome is the only one big desktop in the repo is by default. That's what I probably figured. I seem to remember hearing about that. I saw somebody using it. Like, I don't know why you'd use Sentos as a desktop distro. I don't understand why you would, but now somebody was arguing with me the other day. I think it was, maybe it was English Bob. I can't remember. It was somebody on TFL's channel in their comments.  Like, I know a lot of people who run Fedora who aren't, you know, work for Red Hat. Lots of people. I mean, it's not the most popular browser or disk driver, but lots of people use it who aren't Red Hat users. I wonder how you, is there a way to zoom in so you can actually see this? My, I probably have to change the font or something. Let's see here. Make Vibr C. This command can be used to write all runtime settings, keyboard mappings, and custom commands back to the RC file located in Vibes data folder. If the config file startup argument is present, only this Vibr C will be used and it will also be a destination of this Vibr, make Vibr the RC command. I can't say that. The color scheme is also written if it is changed or if full is provided. I never use cute browser and buddies with English Bob, by the way. English Bob is great. I don't think he subscribes to my channel though. I've never seen him comment on mine, but I know he argues with TFL all the time. Fedora is pretty damn great, second only Gen 2. Well, I don't know about the whole Gen 2 thing, but Fedora is good. If you want to use Wayland, if you're, have you heart set on using Wayland and pipe wire and all that stuff? Fedora is the best way to go because it's got the best support for it out of the box. Trying to install Wayland and pipe wire on an ARC system is just asking for pain. We all know how much Matt likes his, I don't like him at all. I would subscribe, but I won't subscribe. I'm not sure which I hate more, Genome or I've lost my train of thought. I've got Alzheimer's. I can't remember. There's something also that I hate just as much. Linux Mint, maybe. I could make another video on Linux Mint and lose another half dozen subscribers, which I just find utterly entertaining. Fedora is the only innovative desktop distro we have these days. I don't know about that, but maybe. They're definitely trying more stuff than other distros, that's for sure. But I really wish that Ubuntu had chosen KDE for their desktop environment because it would just make it seem like they're trying new stuff better. I don't know what made me think of that, but that's true. Genome or Gen2? I don't hate Gen2. I just don't see the purpose in it. Let's try a torrid love affair with Genome. I don't have Genome installed on this computer. I have, let's see, I can show you the things that I have. We did a CD, let's see, user, share, I can't type with a damn word today, share X sessions and do an analysis here. I have awesome BSPWM, DWM, Herp Sluff, i3, Openbox, Qtile, Spectre, XFC and Xmonet. Those are the things I have installed on this computer. I had Plasma, but I didn't install it. If you guys are running ARCH, if you guys want to know why I like ARCHO, let me go to this. ARCHO Linux Desktop Trasher. This thing here, if you've gone through and installed a desktop that you want to get rid of, I believe this will only work on ARCHO, by the way, but it may work on ARCH. You can actually go through and uninstall a desktop from your computer using this program. It's awesome. Now it's not 100% functional. It's definitely something that you use with caution because it rewrites your entire .configuration file, which is annoying, but if you want to get rid of Plasma, this was amazing. It just completely deleted everything. It was very good. So that's why I like ARCHO. Come on, Matt, we all know you want to install GNOME before recording, so there's no proof. I'm trying to think. Oh, I have a Lenovo over here that's running Ubuntu 21.04. That is the closest I have to running GNOME, and it hasn't been started in months. It may not even turn on. So it's mandatory you use, by the way, remodification. Yeah, Eric is great. I installed regular ARCH when I was the last time I hopped. I went to regular ARCH, and it worked fine, and I could do it. It just felt like I was doing way more maintenance than I needed to do or wanted to do. So I just came back to ARCHO, and everything just works. It's so good. Why Pac-Man is an honestly terrible package manager. Pac-Man is the best package manager. So I told you the ones that I have installed on this computer, but on the computer back there, I have XFC and BSPWM. So there's no GNOME on that one either. Pac-Man is a game. We got to get to remember, I don't have very much experience with portage, so I can't actually tell you whether or not it's better than Pac-Man, but I'm going to tell you right now it's not better than Pac-Man. Pac-Man is just the best, and it works so good. What is portage? Portage is the Gen 2 package manager, and the glory of GNOME on Gen 2. If I were to install Gen 2, I would not be installing GNOME. That's for sure. Although, we are going to be doing another challenge on the podcast, Tyler. That could be your challenge. We both have to install GNOME on Gen 2 and use it for a month. That's our challenge. Pac-Person. Compiling GNOME for 10 days. It probably wouldn't take 10 days, but I'd feel like it. Do a stream with Gen 2 and GNOME with GNOME. No. I've already stated my rules for when I will install Gen 2 again. So there's a GNOME binary or something that you can install. All right, in my Sparky Linux first look yesterday, one of the desktops that they let you install is called GNOME Classic. Does anybody know what GNOME Classic actually is? I've never actually heard of it. What is GNOME Classic? GNOME Classic is a feature for users to prefer a more traditional desktop experience. Well, GNOME Classic is based on GNOME 3 technologies. It provides a number of changes to the user interface, such as applications and places menus on the top bar. So basically, it's GNOME 2 and a window list in the bottom of the screen. You can use the applications menu on the top bar to launch application activities. Overview is available by selecting the activities and overview items from the menu. To access activities overview, show me a picture. I'd like to see a picture. GNOME Classic, that's really exactly what it is. That's GNOME 2. I mean, that's literally what that is. Okay. It's even using like the old Ubuntu style icons. If that's actually GNOME Classic, I use Plasma, the best GNOME out there. Plasma is good. It just installs so many packages. The Linux experiment yesterday did a video about his 15 apps that he uses for work or something. I don't even know what the topic was about, but he was talking about Dolphin. Every time I see somebody use Dolphin, it's like, oh man, I wish I could use Dolphin because Dolphin, it has to be the best file manager out there, but just installs so many packages. So you can't just have Dolphin install it. Installs basically the entire KDE stack. Yeah, it does look exactly like Mate, doesn't it? Probably doesn't have nearly as many customizability options as Mate does. And I haven't used Mate in ages. I should use Mate again. For whatever reason, Mate just doesn't like me. The last two times I used it, which had to have been over a year ago, maybe even longer. It just like crashed my computer. Yeah, just a ton of dependencies for Dolphin. But that's the same with every KDE Plasma application. If you install KDE Live, you get a ton of KDE dependencies, just a ton of them that you don't even need. I mean, they don't need to really need to be there. It's really dumb. Unfortunately, KDE Live is like the only video editor that actually works. So at least the least open source video editor. I tried that all about that somebody pointed me towards and it just crashed almost instantaneously. When I edit a video, I can't have it crashing. It just has to be stable. Yeah, that's true. There's a lot of applications out there that use a ton of dependencies that they don't actually need. I don't know what I did wrong, but I found KDE Search to be terrible on any distro. I think you have to run the index command in the terminal to fix that problem. I might be 100% off base on this, but I think that Krunner is based off the locate command in the terminal. It might be wrong, but I think it is. And if it's not, it's something like that. Ranger. I use Ranger. I have it installed. By the way, you type in going on classic. Thank you, Brave Search for giving us pictures of genomes. That's not the right one. That's Gitcrack and I forget. There we go. That's Ranger. Yeah, that's the right one. So I have Ranger installed. I just don't use it nearly as much as I used to. And I don't really know why. I used Shaka. I couldn't get into it. It just was too weird for me. You just blew. Maybe I didn't know that. I don't know. I knew it was something. So Ken Dog, Ken Dog Macawesome, first of all, great name. You can get drag and drop to work in Ranger using Dragon, but it's not great, especially in a tumbling window manager because it opens up a little like window while you're dragging. And it's up here, up in the top left corner. And sometimes it doesn't listen to your floating rules. So it ends up going full screen and just ruining your layout. It's a mess. So I guess we could find out. Let's go back to this here. I'm very curious how we can go about changing the colors. We need to change the colors. Here we go. Here's some colors, because frankly, well, there's a lot of colors there. We're still going out. There's still more colors. All right, here we go. This looks like the beginning. I wonder if there's an easy way to... I'm going to look for a shortcut. Grovbox, cute browser. Usage. To use the cute, basic stint cube browser, you copy one of the confiling files to the themes. It does have a grovbox theme. Oh, it looks pretty. Have you ever tried index FM? I have not. What is index FM? Full text substring index based on Bro's wheeler. I'm assuming this is not the exact thing you're talking about. I'm assuming that's what that is, is a file manager. All right, dear developers, always include a screenshot of your thing here. Oh, here we go. Why don't you put this at the top? That's not the terminal file manager. That's a... Oh, it has split panes. This is a GTK file manager. Wonder why I said it was KDE. It looks like a GTK file manager. It has the top bar of one. What is this written in? Index is a file manager that works on desktops, Android, and Plasma Mobile. Index lets you use... You browse your system files and applications. Is this going to be like the thing that's going to be replacing Dolphin for Plasma Mobile or something? It is Maui kit. That's what it is. Not cute. I always install things when people tell me to install them. Animations are pretty. I just wanted a different view. There we go. That's small. I'm convinced that Gen2 can be for everyone. And then Peter says, you can even be met and still use it.  Yeah, it's Maui. What confused me about the... When I said it was GTK, this thing here looks like a GTK top bar. It's Maui kit. That's also the reason why it doesn't follow any of the deeming that I had done on this computer, because Maui kit doesn't follow themes on anything as far as I know. It doesn't follow the cute stuff, and it doesn't follow the GTK rules.  I wouldn't have a clue. Right? I donated $5 to Gen2 today. It was easier than compiling Nome. How's the keyboard controls? I'm assuming you're talking about this. I don't see... See the problem with this is it's not... Oh, here we go. Here's settings right here. Navigation, Configure, Grid Items, Save Session. Oh, that's awesome. That's... I've been looking for that for ages. A GUI file manager that remembers where you were when you left off. There are so few of them that do that. I think Pac-Man or Pac-FM... I think that's one that does it. I'm not sure I could be... It doesn't have anything here about key bindings though. Shortcuts. This is literally it. Here we go. So, Control-T is New Tab, Control-W, Close Tab, Path Edit, Terminal F4, I wonder if the F4 thing actually works? No. Fine Tab, Control-H, Select All, Control-A, Select Control-Shift-Arrows. And it looks like you can change these. Maybe you can't. Can't change them as far as I can see. It does look nice. I would... I'm not interested... I don't think I could use it because it doesn't follow the rest of my theme, so it's stick out like a sore thumb. But it looks nice.  That's what it's meant for. Mobile. Maui and MauiKit and Flutter are kind of... I mean, they're obviously different languages and design philosophies and stuff, but they're both kind of focused on being able to create UIs that are, you know, available cross platform. So that's Index. That remembering position is definitely intriguing. All right, now where was I? We were going to do colors. Nautilus is bloated, but for no reason. So, like with... With Dolphin, Dolphin comes with a ton of dependencies, right? But it's functional and it's very customizable. Nautilus is just bloated for no reason other than it's tied to the GNOME desktop. So it runs a lot of the stuff that goes on in the background. Index has a built-in text editor. What was that?  They were fighting with the distro watch guys. God, that's going to drive me nuts. It was a Debian-based slash Ubuntu-based or something distro. I'm going to remember everything about it, except for the name. I get it no matter. Background color of the completion widget for odd arrows. The problem I have with this is what the hell is the completion widget, right? Nitrox OS. That's exactly what it was. Anyways, they had their own file manager. I believe it was built. Is that index? Is that the same thing? It might... Like, I know they were using a file manager that was written in Maui, I think. I'm pretty sure. Anyways, I'm going to use the basic 10-cube browser. You can copy one of the config files in themes to the config.py or use the curl. But I don't want to overwrite the whole config.py. I just want the colors. So we can just go up here and see if we can do the default. And then we're looking for rubbox dark. This one here. And then if we can... Before I do this, I'm going to cp config.py and to config.py.old, just in case. And then we go through here and do to here and see if this worked. Error occurred while reading config.py. While setting colors.messages.error.border.nooption. Okay. Did the rest of it come up? Yes, look at that. Oh, it's so good. That's so much better. Is the part of the input where you have your matches and every second line is different. So it's this thing. Yeah, yeah, just your watch is kind of rigged. Nitrix, yeah. Or how are you pronounce it? Dead Daddy Time Mono. That is a good, good font name, isn't it? All right. Anyways, back here. I think I'm going to do actually before we just change that. I don't know if I need to change it to everywhere, but we can. And then which was... Well, where was the error again? It was called colors.messages.error. Okay. Color.messages. I wish I'd give you a line number. Colors.messages. Error. Which one is it? That border. Boter. Boter. I'm pretty sure that's probably supposed to be border. We'll change that to border and see if that actually works. I'm glad to know I'm not the only person that does... Yeah, there we go. Oh, and look at that. It's just... Dropbox. So good. And Daddy. Tyler, was Daddy Time one of the ones that you... Is that what you picked or is that default? Because you kind of want to know. I'm not going to say anything against District 2. He's a good guy. And you can't complain that he steals topics because he does steal topics, but we all steal topics. That racing one he did today originally came from Brody. So that's just the way the Linux YouTuber space works. Alias, CD, pseudo, reboot. Oh, that'd be so cool. That's your pseudo shutdown now is probably better. Might not use a thing called BreezeDark. Use Grovebox. It's so good.  It's so good. And the thing is, this is not even my favorite color. I'm not a big brown guy.  The best YouTube theft of topic lately was Mental Outlaw and Luke Smith. One day, Mental Outlaw said, I switched to BSD and then the very next day, Luke Smith, I switched to BSD. It was the greatest thing ever. Yeah, Grovebox is great. It's so good. Matter of fact, I went through and did Grovebox on that one. It's going to be the B-roll for my Debian review. But it does a lot of good work too, yeah. But I think they all do. Like I said, stealing topics from each other is not going to be the biggest flaw of any FlossTuber ever. Mental Outlaw is Luke Smith defixed. See, people keep saying that and is it true? I don't even know it's true at this point. It's been since so many times. Everybody thinks that they're the same person, but I actually don't know if that's true or not. It can't be proven right. So you hear what? I think they stole the BSD stuff from Zany. Although I'm pretty sure Zany did after them, so I'm pretty sure they also chose free BSD. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they did open BSD too. It probably does a good job of doing his homework. I don't do homework at all. That's my shtick. You watch my channel, you'll know I have no clue what I'm talking about. That's the thing. So yeah, you watch me, I have no clue what I'm talking about. And if you listen to me, that's your problem. The mastermind behind this. See, Tyler is a, he's the kind of guy who hops a lot. So he has all the ideas. He, I think Tyler, you hop, you distro hop more than I ever did, which is quite impressive. Mental outlaw is just Luke Smith's cooking channel. It is funny that they're both into cooking. There is a lot of evidence that they are the same person. Yeah, he doesn't do Linux stuff anymore. His, all right, so I'm not going to disparage him, but he does a lot of ranty videos now. And the last one, when he did where he was talking about how he knew a guy who installed Manjar, who then couldn't figure it out or something, and then he blamed it on Linux was just weirdly weird. Just because the people you know aren't smart enough to handle Linux doesn't make Linux bad. It was, it was a really weird video for him, for him. So I should hop a bit, make an uninformed video about everything and then blame others for stealing my content. That's exactly what you should do. All this hopping y'all still avoiding Gentoo. Now, see here, Tyler did install Gentoo and he was on it for a day and a half is what he said, I think. So that's proven wrong. At least one of the crew here has gone through and installed Gentoo. And TFL tried that when I did my Gentoo stream, he tried to go along with it at the same time, but he ran into just as many problems as I did. I suppose I could do this so you guys can actually see. It's like easier than straining my neck again. Is the AUR that hard to integrate into other distros? I know that they're doing it for Debian, but it's not going to be the same thing. It's just going to be the same concept. Because for the Debian one, they're going to be using that Debian package builder. So it's going to be a little bit different. The problem with taking a concept for the AUR into other distros, for Debian based ones and whatever, is going to be getting community adoption of it. Getting people to use it and actually package packages for it. Because the AUR is only good. The only reason why we proclaim the AUR to be the best thing ever is because it has all the packages.  I mean, it's just the honest truth. So for those other projects that are trying to make AURs for other distros or basically Debian based distros, the only way that it's going to ever be successful is to get packages in it. And it has to work well, obviously. Yep, DT is great. I'm never going to say too many words against DT. I'll probably disagree with them from time to time, but this channel would not be where it's at without DT's call out. So you're not going to see me become his mortal enemy or anything. Why Microsoft edges the devil? Somebody else can make that video. I'm not going to be making that video. I'm not using edge anymore, people. It's okay. I'm using Firefox again. I've come back to the to the light. I went Darth Vader for a little bit. And then just like at the end of the movie, I reversed positions. The Gentoo wiki is better than the Arch wiki. I'm going to have to disagree with you there. The Arch wiki is way better. I'm not saying the Gentoo wiki is bad. I'm just saying the Arch wiki is better. Yeah. PPAs are terrible. I've been using Debian now for a month. I have not installed a single PPA on there. I've been completely, yeah. Hey, you want to, I'm actually, I do have browser open. It's like right here, but I'm not signed in on anything yet. So that's the reason why you're seeing Firefox right now. Good for you for acknowledging what DT did for you. Yeah, I'm very thankful for that. I definitely wouldn't be near 4,000 subscribers. I would probably be around probably approaching 2,000 subscribers at that point, because I was at 400 and I'd only been doing it for a few months when he did a shout out. But I wouldn't have grown nearly as fast for sure. Don't use PPAs on Debian. I think I saw one of DT's rap videos. Yeah. He did like a recap for his thousands video or something like that. So here's something interesting. DT has been doing YouTube for three or four years or something like that. And he just went over a thousand videos like a month or so ago. I've been doing it since September and have already done over 250 videos, I think. I wonder how many, I wonder if Social Blade will tell you how many videos you've done, because I might have made that number up. Number of uploads, 263 videos since September. So in a year. So I'm probably about the same, because it'd take about four years then to get to the 2,000. I think we can all agree that no matter whether you like the Gen 2 wiki or the Arch wiki, that the Ubuntu wiki is terrible. Ubuntu does have a wiki, by the way. I don't think anybody even knows that Ubuntu has a wiki, because nobody goes to it. This is the Ubuntu wiki. Good luck navigating this, by the way. Like, there's stuff here, but... I mean, you think, when you go to the Arch wiki, I'm just going to go to a random page here, when you go to the Arch wiki here, I mean, you have a ton of links and stuff to where you need to go and all that kind of stuff. But the Ubuntu wiki, there's like, what, five or six links here? That's it. And then two of them are weekly newsletters. Two of them are weekly newsletters. Getting involved teams. Where's the rest of the stuff here? I mean, you can go through and I'm assuming that these will take you to more stuff. But yeah, that's the Ubuntu wiki. That's like, takes you to the Ubuntu discourse. That's not even part of the wiki. So why does it even exist? It's really weird. Yeah, I know they move most of their stuff to ask Ubuntu, so it's not fair to make fun of them for it, but it still exists. I know they're talking on the Ubuntu podcast about how they could revamp it or whatever. Well, Tyler, I had to divert the chat away from saying that the Arch wiki was bad, and that the Gentoo wiki was good. Yeah, it's still there. The Ubuntu wiki is still there. I think it's great, but it's never going to be... I like that it's just kind of frozen in time. You know, there's that one shill in the basement of Canonical that says whose job it is to make sure that the wiki page stays there or something. It's really weird. Yeah, that's a good point. A lot of people do their how-to tutorials for Ubuntu. Anyway, so that's because there's nothing on the Ubuntu wiki. Not really. That's the way I read it though, Jacob, is that you said the Arch wiki was bad. That's the way I read it. Doesn't matter if you said it or not. You implied it. It's definitely the way it's true. The Gentoo install guide is better than Arch's. You say so. All right, guys. I've been going now for an hour and a half. This is a longer stream than normal.  I did install Veeb. Veeb is here somewhere. I might give that another try. But I'm thinking about making... So actually, I'm going to do that right now. So I'm going to cd.dwmsxhkd, hkdrc, and change this cute browser. That way, I have done switched the cute browser as my official browser and it has a growbox theme. And if we wanted to open up... Because Tyler has all the key bindings that I actually wanted to implement, we can actually go through and play a video just like that. Look at those handsome fellas. Hi Tyler, how are you doing Tyler? Doing good, doing good. Definitely watch that podcast. It was a good podcast. That podcast, we didn't get to the main topic. We didn't even get to the main topic. The main topic was supposed to be native Linux gaming.  It was so good. Who needs a main topic? Void doesn't need an install guide. Okay. I'm very, very protective of the ArchWiki because I think it's the best. Yes, it is a successful stream. I riced something. How do you know it's a Linuxcast stream? There's a riced going on during it. Tyler, I like any configuration that I didn't have to compile or complete. Yeah, it was a good podcast. I think it was my favorite one that we've done so far. I think it's just because it was us talking about and bullshitting and ranting and stuff. Anyways guys, I am done. I'm ready for this podcast or this stream to end. So before I go, I'd like to take a moment to thank my current patrons. Devon, Chris, East Coast Web, Gentoo's Fun 2, Marcus, Megalyn, Sven, Jackson, Knife and Tool, Mitchell, Mr. Fox, Art Center, American Camp. Thanks everybody for watching. I'll see you next week. Thanks guys.


Story 12 of the Thirteen Travellers by Hugh Walpole This LibreBox recording is in the public domain. Story 12, Bombastis Furioso That year, 1919, threw up to the surface, because of the storm and disorder of its successive tidal waves, many strange fish. And of all that I encountered, the strangest and most attractive, and I venture to think, the most typical of our times and their uncertainties, was my friend, Bombastis Furioso, otherwise Benedict Jones. I should certainly never have met him, had it not been for Peter Wescott. Wescott, somewhere in the spring of 1919, took for a time the very handsome rooms of Robb Sartre, the novelist at Orton's in Duke Street, St. James's. It was strange to see Peter in these over-grand, over-lavish rooms. I had known him first, in the old days, when his Reuben Halliard and Stonehouse had taken London by storm, and when everything seemed to set fair for his future. Then everything crumbled. His child died, his wife ran away with his best friend, and his books failed. I didn't hear of him again, until 1915, when somebody saw him in France. His name was mentioned on several occasions, through the terrible years, but nobody seemed to know him well. He kept away, apparently, from everybody. Then, on the very day that the armistice was signed, I met him in the crowd about Whitehall, looking just the same as in the old days, a little older, a little stouter, stocky and resolved, and aloof and observant in a world, as it had always seemed, to which he only half belonged, a sailor on leave in a country strange, dangerous, and interesting. But this story is not about Wescott. To cut this prologue short, then, he asked me to come and see him, and I went to the magnificent Horton rooms, not once, not twice, but many times. I had loved Peter in the old days, I loved him much more now. The story of those years of his life that immediately followed the war is a wonderful story. I hope that one day he will give it to the world. Whether he does or no, I saw in those summer months the beginning of the events that were to lead him back to life again, to give him happiness and self-confidence and optimism once more, to make him the man he now is. In the story of that recovery, Benedict Jones has his share, but I must repeat, this is Benedict Jones's story, and not Wescott's. The first day that I saw Jones was one lovely evening in April when Peter's, or rather Ropesar's, sitting room was lit with a saffron purple glow, and the clouds beyond the windows were like crimson waves rolling right down upon us across the pale, glassy sky. In the middle of this splendor Jones stood, a whisky and soda in one hand, and a large Mirchamp pipe in the other. He was, of course, or rating about something. The first thing that struck me was his size. It was not only that he was well over six feet and broad in proportion, but there seemed to be in his large mouth, his great head, with its untidy mop of yellow hair, his big red hands, a spiritual size as well. He gave one always the impression of having more fire within his soul than he could possibly manage. He was fat, but not unpleasantly so. His clothes were comfortably loose but not disorderly. His stomach was too prominent, but the breadth of his chest saved him from unsightliness. His face was a full moon, red, freckled, light yellow eyebrows, light yellow rather ragged mustache. He was always laughing, sometimes when he was astonished or indignant. He was forever in the middle of the room or rating somebody or something, and his favorite attitude was to stand with his legs wide apart, a pipe or a glass or a book in his extended hand, his body swaying a little with the rhythm of his eager talk. On this afternoon I remember he really seemed to fill the room. Wors were pouring from his mouth in a torrent, and I stood, stopped by this flood, at the door. Wesket lying back in a leather chair, smoking, listened, a smile on his generally gray face, something of the indulgent look in his eyes that one might give to a favorite and excited child. Hello, Lester. He cried, jumping up. Come along. This is Captain Jones. Bomb, let me introduce you to Mr. Lester. I told you to read to Paradise years ago in France, but of course you never have. No, I never have, cried Jones, turning round upon me very suddenly, seizing my hand and shaking it up and down like the handle of a pump. How do you do? How do you do? I'm just delighted to see you. I don't read much, you know. Better for me if I read more, but I've got to take exercise. I'm getting fat. Then he wheeled round again. But Peter, he went on suddenly, taking a great draft from his glass. It was the most extraordinary thing. I swear it was just as I'm telling you. The girl gave the man a look, spat at him, and ran for her life. There were three men after her then, one a vicious looking little devil. I sat down in the chair nearest to me and listened. I heard a most astonishing story. I'm afraid that I cannot remember at this distance of time all the details of it. It had murder in it and rape and arson and every sort of miraculous escape. And apparently, so far as I could make it out, Jones had been a spectator of all that he described. There were discrepancies in his narrative, I remember, about which I should have liked to question him. But the words came out so fast and the narrator's own personal conviction in the reality of his story was so absolute that questions seemed an impertinence.  That's a very good story, Baum, said to Peter. Story! cried Captain Jones contemptuously. That ain't no story, that's God's own truth, every word of it. He looked at me, smiling all over his face. I've had some very remarkable experiences, he said. You must have had, I answered. He did not, I think, on this occasion stay very long. When he had departed, I looked at Wescott interrogatively. That's a prince of a man, said Peter enthusiastically. I don't know where I'd have been without him in France. Everyone loved him there, and they were right. What an experience he must have had there, I said, a little breathless. Oh, that, said Peter, laughing, that was all lies from beginning to end. Lies, I exclaimed. Yes, said Wescott. He's known among his friends as a bombasties, fear also. That's an unfair name, really, to give him, because he's gentle as any suckling dog, and all his wonderful stories are about somebody else's great deeds, never about his own. Young Harper was saying the other day that if only he would tell of some of his stories about himself, his lies wouldn't be so tremendous, but his natural modesty prevents him.  Well, of course, I said rather doubtfully, if he always tells lies, it isn't so bad. You know that you need never believe him. It's the half-and-half liars that are so tiresome. No, Peter interrupted. That isn't quite fair. Lies isn't the true word. He's all imagination, far more imagination than either you or I will ever have, Lester. He simply can't write it down. If he could, he would be the greatest novelist of our time. I used to tell him to try, but I've given that up now. He can't string three sentences together. He can't write an ordinary letter without misspelling every other word. He never reads anything. That's why his imagination is so untrammeled, and it isn't all untrue either. He has been all over the world. South Seas, Africa, China, South America, Russia, anywhere you like. All sorts of wonderful things have happened to him, but it isn't the real things he cares to tell of. Does he know he's lying? I asked. Not the least in the world. Peter answered laughing, and I fancy he'd be most indignant if you accuse him of it. And the really strange thing is that no one ever does accuse him. I can't remember that a single man in France ever challenged his stories, and they'd pulled anyone else up in a moment. You see, he never does any harm. He's the most generous soul alive, thinks the best of everybody, and all his stories go to prove that people are better than they ever possibly could be. I confess, Lester, I have him here deliberately because he feeds my imagination. I'm beginning to feel that I may get back to writing again, and if I do, it will be bomb that will be responsible. How did he do in France? I asked. Very well, Peter said, but he never got the jobs that he ought to have had. Fellows distrusted him for responsible duty. They needn't have. He is as efficient as can be. His inventive fancy only works over-ground that he's never covered. In his own job, he's an absolute realist. Is he married? I asked. No, I don't think that women have much use for him. He doesn't appeal to them. They like to have the storytelling field to themselves. He's a man's man, absolutely. He had a pal in France to whom he was entirely devoted, and when the boy was killed, I think something cracked in him that's not been mended since. He's a colossal sentimentalist. Sinicism and irony make him sick. He thinks I'm a desperate cynic, so I am, perhaps. Well, I saw a lot of Bob Jones. He loved Wescott more than I did, and admired him frantically. He knew, too, something about Wescott's many troubles, and the maternal spirit that is in every Englishman and Scotchman came out beautifully in his attitude to him. His story soon became part of the pattern of one's life, and by no means the least interesting part. I quickly understood why it was that his friends allowed him to pursue his wild, untrammeled way without rudely pulling him up. In the first place, truth and fiction were curiously mingled. He had lived in San Francisco for a number of years, and many of his tales were drawn from that romantic city. He had obviously known well such men as Frank Norris and Jack London, and he had been in the place during the earthquake and fire. His picture of Caruso running out of his hotel in his night shirt was a masterly one. He knew Russia well, had had tea with wit in the old days, and had once dined with Rasputin. He had shared in the boxer rising, run for his life in Constantinople, and helped a revolution in Guatemala, and so on and so on. But, as I have said, about his actual experiences, he had very little to say. It was his fairy tales, his fantastic fabricated romances that gave him his remarkable quality, and it was about London that these were mostly invented. I say invented, but were they invented, or no? There will, I think, be more men and women than anyone now supposes who will look back to that year 1919 in London as a strangely fantastic one. You might say with some justice that the years during the war with their air raids and alarms and excursions, newspaper rumors and trainloads of wounded and dying at Charing Cross Station, must have been infinitely more moving. I think not. In those years at any rate, the stage was set for a play in which we must all, as we knew, act our parts. That year that followed the armistice was uncanny, uncertain, unaccountable. Many reports there were about cities during wartime, none at all so far as I knew about cities just after war. London, contrary to all prophecy, was just twice as full after the war as it had been before it. There was nowhere to live, little place even for sleeping. Anyone who had had money had lost it. Many who had been notoriously penniless now were rich. London was moving uncertainly into some new life whose forlorn hope no one could foretell, and we were all conscious of this, and all perhaps frightened of it. It was just this upon which Bomb Jones unwittingly seized. I say unwittingly because he was the least self-conscious of men, and the things that came to him arrived without any deliberate agency on his part, his stories and anecdotes rising to his lips as naturally and inevitably as the sun rises above the hill. He did not, I think, care for me very greatly. I was dried up, desiccated with a humor that he could only find morbid and cynical. He had too fine an open a nature to suffer greatly from jealousy, but I fancy that he very much preferred to be alone with Peter and sighed a little when I made an appearance. He very soon found himself most happily at home with all the staff of Hortons. Even Mr. Nix, the sacred and rubric and head of the establishment, liked him and listened wide-eyed to his stories. Mr. Nix had met so many strange characters in London, and seen so many odd sights that a story less or more did not affect him very deeply. Certainly Captain Jones flung his net with greater success than was the general rule. Never a day passed but he returned with some strange prize. It was amusing to see them together in the green hall downstairs, with the grandfather clock taking away at them sarcastically.  Jones, his great legs apart, his red face, a blaze with excitement, his large hands gesticulating. They were great friends. In spite of his withdrawal from me, he continued to tell me his stories. I began to find it an amusing game to divide the true from the false. This was a difficult task because he had a great love of circumstantial detail. He would begin, Lester, what do you think of this? An hour ago I was going down John Street at Delphi, you know, the place behind the strand there where the little theater used to be. You know, there's an alley there cutting up into the strand. They sell fruit there. Well, I was just climbing the steps when I heard a woman's voice cry out for help. I looked back. There was not a soul there. The street was as empty as your hand. I heard a cry again and there was a woman's face at the open window. As I looked, she vanished. I ran back to the door of the house. Now, this may appear somewhat commonplace. How many stories and how many magazines have begun in just such an incident? This, you would say, is the cheapest invention. Not quite. Jones had always some unexpected circumstantial detail that clamped his tail down as his own. I think that he was in reality, on certain occasions, involved in fights and quarrels that were actually enough.  But what he did was to create behind him a completely new vision of the London scene. One could not listen to his stories for long without seeing London colored, blazing with light, sinister with calculated darkness, ringed about with gigantic buildings that capped the clouds, inhabited by beings half human, half magical, half angel, half beast. I remember when I was young and credulous, getting something of this impression from the new Arabian knights. But for me, at any rate, Stevenson never quite joined the flats. I was never finally taken in by his invention, but felt to the last that he was having a game with me. Bomb Jones' eloquence had the advantage over the written word of being direct and personal. Although you might be sure that what he was telling you was not true, nevertheless, you felt that behind his stories some facts must be lying. I know that soon I began to discover that London was changing under my eyes. My own drab and dull flat in Kensington took a romantic blow. I would look from my window down the long street to the far distance filled by the solemn blocks of the museum, and would imagine that the figures that crossed the grey spaces were busyed on errands about which fates of empire might hang. Ludacris, for a man of my age, who might be said to have experienced all the disillusionment of life. Well, Ludacris or no, I walked the streets with a new observation, a new expectation, a new pleasure, and to bomb Jones I owed it. However, it is not of his effect on myself that I want to speak. I was too far gone for any very permanent revival. It was Jones' effect on Peter that was the important thing. I saw that a new life, a new interest, a new eagerness was coming into Peter's life. He laughed at Jones, but he liked him and listened to him. Gradually, slowly, as stealthily as after the rains, the water creeps back over the dry bed of the sun-baked river, so did Peter's desire for life come back to him. I know that bomb stories are all nonsense, he said to me, a hundred times a day I'm tempted to break out and ask him how he dares to put such stuff over on us, but after all, there may be something in it. Do you know Lester? I can't go through Lester Square without knowing whether a murderer isn't coming out of the Turkish baths and Eastern Prince out of Thurston's or the Queen of the Genie peeping at me from a window of the Alhambra. I've tried several times to get back into things here. I tried the Ver Libris and I tried the drunkards down at Adelphi, and I've tried the solemn ones up in Hampstead and the good commonplace ones in Kensington, and it was all no use until bomb came along. I hope to heaven he won't stop his stories for another month or two. There's a book beginning to move in my head again after ten years. Just think of it, Lester. Dead for ten years. I never thought it would come back, and now bomb and his stories. It's all right, I said. He'll never stop till he dies. But I'd reckoned without one thing, something that had never entered my poor brain, and as always happens in life, it was the one thing that occurred. Bomb fell in love. It is, of course, a commonplace that you can never discover the reasons that drive human beings towards one another. Even the good old law of the universal attraction of opposite for opposite does not always hold true. But I may say that both Peter and I had the surprise of our lives when we discovered that Bomb Jones cared for Helen Cather. Helen was a friend of Bobby Galleon's, who was a friend of Peter's. Alice Galleon, Bobby's wife, had been with her on some war committee, and the orderliness of her mind, her quiet when the other women were pushing and quarreling, her clean serenity upon which nothing, however violent, seemed to make the slightest stain, appealed to Alice. She took Helen home to dinner and discovered that she was a very well-read, politically-minded, balanced woman. Too blamed, balanced for me, said Bobby, who believed in spontaneity and rash mistakes and good-read blood. He thought, however, that she would be good for Peter, so he took her to see him. Helen and Peter made friends, and this in itself was odd, because Helen at once asserted that all Peter's ideas about modern literature were wrong. She said that Peter was a romantic, and that to be a romantic in these days was worse than being dead. She talked in her calm, incisive, clear-cut way about the novel, and said that the only thing for any novelist to do today was to tell the truth. And when Peter asked her whether invention and imagination were to go for nothing, she said that they went for very little because we'd got past them and grown too old for them. And Peter said, thank God he hadn't, and never would. And he talked about Stevenson and Dumas until Helen was sick. She dug up Peter's poor old novels and disemboweled their corpses, and praised Miss Somebody or Other Smiths, who wrote only about what it felt like to be out of a job on a wet day when you had only enough money in your pocket to eat a boiled egg in an ABC shop. Your sentimental wesket, she said, and your sloppy and worst of all your sprightly. You know artistic conscious at all. Peter laughed at her and liked her, and she liked him. I don't think that I was at all taken with my first view of her. She was thin and pale with pounce-nay and a very faint moustache on her upper lip. Her best feature was her eyes, which were good, gray, steady, kindly, and even at times they twinkled. She was neatness and tidiness itself, and she sat in her chair quite still.  I shall never, of course, forget the day when she first met Baum. It was one evening in Peter's flat. A number of people sat about talking, smoking and drinking. The galleons were there. Meredith, large and red-faced, an old friend of Peter's, Robin Trojan, and his wife, and so on. Baum was late. He burst into the room, large, untidy, and, as usual, excited. I say, he began at once, I've just come from Penters.  He's going round England with a circus, and three of his elephants escaped this afternoon, and were found examining Cleopatra's needle half an hour ago, and being fed with buns by a lot of street boys. This chap wasn't a bit alarmed, and said they'd be sure to turn up at Howerton, or somewhere, where he'd got his circus, if he gave them time. He says that one of the elephants is the most intelligent. Now, this story happened, as we discovered in the morning, to be quite, or almost, true, but you can fancy how Helen Cather was struck with it. Elephants, she said, turning round upon him. Oh, you don't know one another, said Peter Hastily. Baum, this is Miss Cather. Miss Cather, Captain Jones. Baum has since declared that he fell in love with his Helen at first sight. Why? I can't conceive. There was nothing romantic about her. She certainly looked upon him on that first occasion, with eyes of extreme disapproval. Everything about him must have seemed dreadful to her. A red hot liar, she described him to Alice Gallien afterwards. I remember, on that very evening, wishing that he had stopped for a moment before he came into the room and tidied himself up a bit. His hair wasn't brushed, his face was hot and perspiring, his waistcoat was minus a button, and his shoes were soiled. He didn't care, of course, but sat down quite close to Miss Cather, smiled upon her, and poured into her ear all that evening a remarkable series of narratives, each one more tremendous than the last. Peter was amused. Next day he said, Wasn't it fun seeing Helen Cather and Baum together? Fire and water. She thought he'd drunk too much, I presume. She can look chilly when she likes to. It was not more than three days after this eventful meeting that the great surprise was sprung upon me. I had been given two tickets for the first night of Arnold Bennett's Judith. We arrived late, and it was not until the first interval that Peter could deliver to me his astounding news. What do you think has happened? He cried, I give you three guesses, but you may as well resign at once. If I gave you a hundred you'd never guess. What is it? I asked. Baum is in love with Helen Cather. I was, of course, incredulous. But that's absurd, I answered. That's worse than any of Baum's best stories. It's true all the same, he assured me. He came in this afternoon. He can think of nothing else. His stories have for the moment all deserted him. He told me that he's been awake three nights thinking of her. He says that he loved her the first moment he saw her. He says that he's never loved a woman before, which is, I expect, true enough, and that he's going to marry her. Well, that last isn't true. Anyway, I answered. Miss Cather hated him at first sight. My impression that night was that this was simply one of Baum's exuberant, romantic fancies, and that it would pass away from his heart and brain as quickly as many of his stories had done. I was, of course, completely wrong. He said very little about it to me, because he didn't like me, and was less naturally himself with me, I think, than with anyone. But he talked to everyone else, and to Peter he never ceased boring out his soul. A week later he proposed to her. She refused him, of course. He was not in the least disturbed. He would propose to her again, very shortly, and then again and again, to the end of time. I fancied, however, that that first refusal would be the end of it. He would see in a little how absurd his pursuit was, and would abandon it. I must confess that I looked forward to that abandonment. This sudden passion had not, from my point of view, improved him. It made him a little absurd, and it had checked absolutely for the moment the flow of his stories. I was surprised to find how seriously I missed them. Then one morning my telephone rang and, answering it, I recognized Miss Cather's voice. May I come and have tea with you this afternoon? she asked. Why, of course, I answered. I'd be delighted. Whom shall I invite? Nobody, she answered. I want to talk to you. I was flattered and pleased. Any widower of over fifty is pleased when any woman wants to come and have tea with him alone. Besides, I liked Miss Cather, liked her surprisingly. In the first place, she liked me, found my mind truly realistic, and my brain well balanced. But in reality, I liked her, I think, because I was beginning to discover in her a certain freshness and childishness and even naivete of soul, which I had certainly not expected at first. But seriousness and balance and austerity of manner did not go nearly as deep as it pretended. She knew not nearly as much about life as she herself fancied. When she came she had some difficulty in beginning. At last it was out. Captain Jones had proposed to her. Of course it was quite absurd, and of course she had refused him. He didn't know her at all, and she knew quite enough about him to be sure that they would never get on. Nevertheless, nevertheless, why did I, did I know? At least what she meant was that she liked Captain Jones, had liked him from the beginning, but there were certain things about him that puzzled her. Now, I knew him well. Would I tell her? I don't know him well. I interrupted her. That's a mistake. We're not intimate at all, but I do know him well enough to be sure that he's a good man. He's a splendid man. I ended with perhaps a little more enthusiasm than I had myself expected. She talked a little more, and then I challenged her. The fact of the matter is, Ms. Catherine, I said, that you're in love with him and intend to marry him. At this she shook her head indignantly. No, that was not true at all. She did not love him. Of course she did not. But there was something about him, difficult for her to describe, his childishness, his simplicity. He needed looking after. Oh, he did need looking after. As she said that, the whole of the sweetness that was in her nature, shown in her eyes, and made her austere, unyielding, almost plain as she was, for the moment, divine. Of course you're going to marry him, I repeated. She shook her head, but this time less surely. Then, looking me full in the face and speaking with great salinity, as though she were uttering a profound and supremely important truth, she remarked, any woman who did marry him would have to stop that lying. Lying, I repeated feebly. Yes, lying. The stories he tells. But they aren't lies, I said. At least, not exactly.  Not lies. And what were they then? What were those romances, if they were not lies? Was I trying to defend lies in general, or only Captain Jones's lies in particular? Did I not realize the harm that he did with his stories? What had we all been about that we had not pulled him up long ago? Can't you conceive it as possible, Miss Cather? I asked her, that lies should occasionally do good, rather than harm. I don't mean really bad lies, of course. Lies told to hurt people. But gorgeous lies, magnificent lies. Lies that keep your sense of fantasy, your imagination alive.  I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Lester, she answered me. I must confess I'm disappointed in you. But I suppose one never knows with a novelist. But never mind. Thank you for your tea. I can only assure you that any woman who marries Captain Jones will have to reform him first. Good night. Even after this, I did not realize the situation that was upon us. I saw now what I had not seen before, that she did in truth, care for Bomb Jones, that that same affection would affect all our lives I had not yet perceived. Then two days later came the next development. I was sitting in Peter's flat waiting for his return when Bomb burst in. He was a creature transfigured, whether by triumph or rage I could not immediately tell. He stood there out of breath, swelling out his chest, struggling for words, panting. At last they came. Where's Peter? Oh, where's Peter? No, not back. He must be back. It's always his time to be here just now. He must be here. Lester, I'm de-founded. I've no strength left in me. I'm finished. What do you think? Oh, but you'll never guess. You couldn't. Miss Cather's accepted you, I interrupted. How did you know? How the devil? He stared at me, as though his eyes were struggling with an unaccustomed light. Well, she has, if you want to know, and that's remarkable enough. But that's not the only thing. She paused, then flung at me with the strangest burst of mingled rage, incredulity, bewilderment and wonder.  He looked at me, waiting. A liar, I feebly repeated.  She says she'll only marry me on one condition, that I stop my lying. When she first said it, I thought she was laughing at me. Then I suddenly saw that she was in the deadliest earnest. I asked her what she meant. She said that she couldn't conceive that I didn't know, that I must know, how wicked it was, to tell untruthful stories that I did, the harm that they worked, and so on. I.  Why, you might say it about some fellows, but about me. Why, Lester, she simply didn't believe that I'd had any of the fun been to any of the places, seen anything. Of course, I see what it is. She's never been anywhere, seen anything herself. Everything's strange to her.  Lester, tell me. You've been about. You know I'm not a liar, don't you? His astonishment was the most genuine thing I've ever faced. I admit that I was staggered by it. I had not, of course, supposed that he had deliberately said to himself, now today I'm going to tell a lie so as to astonish those fellows. But I had imagined that he knew quite well it had not been true. But here, in the face of his most ingenuous astonishment, what was I to say? No, Jones, of course not. Lies is the wrong word altogether, but I do think that sometimes you've exaggerated. He stared at me. Do they all think that? Well, yes, they do. He resembled it then nothing so much as a balloon from which the air has suddenly been withdrawn. He sat down. My God, he said, suddenly dropping his head between his great red hands. It's true then. It was at that moment that I saw the catastrophe that was upon us. I saw that Baum would be without his tails. He would be dull, ordinary, colorless, nothing. The salient thing, the life, the salt, the savor, would be withdrawn from him. And not only Baum, but all of us, myself, Peter, Young Gale, Alice Galleon, Eva, I saw, by my own experience, how we should suffer. I saw slipping away from under my very nose the whole of that magical world that Baum had created. And above all, that magical London, the fairy palaces, the streets paved with gold, the walls of amethyst, the dark, shuttered windows opened for an instant to betray the gleaming, anxious eyes, the bearded foreigner conveying his sacred charge through the traffic of Trafalgar Square, the secrets and mysteries of the Bond Street Jewelers. I saw all that and more. But after all, that was not the heart of the matter. We could get on without our entertainment. Even Peter had been brought to life again whether Baum went on with him or no. The tragedy was in Baum's own soul. Helen Cather was slaying him as surely as though she stuck a dagger into his heart. And she did not know it. She did not know that she was probably marrying him for that very energy of imagination that she was bent upon destroying. Only months after she had married him she would discover with a heavy and lifeless bomb upon her hands what it was that she had done. Look here, Jones. I said, don't take it too seriously. Miss Cather didn't know what she was saying. Don't you promise her anything? She'll forget. Don't promise her. He looked at me wildly. I have promised her. Of course I have. Don't I love her? Didn't I love her the first moment that I saw her? I'm never going to tell anyone about anything again. Well, all my worst anticipations were at once fulfilled. You may think that this story is about a very small affair, but I ask you to take some friend of yours and be aware that he is in process before your eyes of dying from some slow poison skillfully administered by someone. You may not in the beginning have cared very greatly for the man, but the poignancy of the drama is such that before long you are drawn into the very heart of it. It is like a familiar nightmare. You are held there, paralyzed, longing to rush in and prevent the murder and unable to move. In no time at all I had developed quite an affection for Jones, so pathetic a figure was he. Beneath the stern gaze of his beloved Helen, not quite of Troy, as someone said of her, he became a commonplace dull, negligible creature, duller, say for the pathos of his position, than human. Very quickly we lost any sense of chagrin or disappointment at our own penalties in the absorption of longing to do something for bomb. Again and again we discussed the affair. Bomb's soul must be saved, but how? Before our eyes a tragedy was developing. In another month they would be married. Helen Cather would marry the greatest boar in Europe, and about six months after marriage would discover that she had done so. Bomb was already miserable, sitting there silent and morose. His tongue tied, adoring Helen, but saying nothing to her lest he should be accused of romancing. At last Peter insisted that I should speak to her. She liked me better than she did the others. She would listen to me. Needless to say, she did not. Not only did she not listen, but turned on me ferociously. I'm proud of Benedict, she cried. I've cured him of the only fault he had.  You have a strange notion of morality. She was proud, but she was uneasy. She realized that he was not happy, that in one way or another the spring had gone out of him. Yes, thank God she was uneasy. Well, there was the situation. There was apparently nothing to be done. No way out. This is simply the story, after all, of our blindness. Just as we had not seen the influence that was to check our bomb, so we did not see the influence that would make his fancy flow again. It's a wonderful world, thank God. About a week before the wedding, Peter Westcott said to me, Lester, don't you think that bomb's reviving a little again? I fancied I had seen something. Bomb was a little brighter, a little less heavy. Yes, I had noticed. His fancy is being fed again somewhere, said Peter again. Where? He tells us, no stories. No, he certainly did not. His determination to achieve perfect accuracy was painful. It was a case of, where have you been, bomb? Oh, just down to the bank to cash a check. The joint stock branch in Wigmore Street. I took a bus up Regent Street and got off at the circus and so on and so on. Nevertheless, he was reviving. The old man was being blown back into him just as surely as one break of Helen Cather's determination had let it out. Where was he feeding his imagination? How had he got round his Helen's autocracy without her knowing it? Because she did not know it. She was completely satisfied. She was even more than satisfied. She was watched her. Something was happening to her too. She was dressing differently. Her austerity was dropping from her. She did her hair in a new way, no longer pulling it back, harsh and austere from her forehead, but letting it have freedom and color. She had very pretty hair. She was wearing bright colors and pretty hats. What was happening? The day came when the problem was solved. Bomb's old mother came up to town, a dear old lady of nearly eighty, who adored Bomb and thought him perfection. She came up for the wedding. She was to see Helen for the first time. It was agreed that the meeting should be at Horton's, a nice central spot. We were gathered there waiting. Old Mrs. Jones with her lace cap and bright, pink cheeks. Peter, Bomb and myself. Helen was late. You know, Benedict said the old lady in a voice like a withering canary. You've told me very little about Helen. I've no real idea of her at all. A moment's pause and Bomb had sprung to his feet. Peter and I, spiritually so to speak, rushed towards one another. This was the old attitude. We had not seen Bomb stand like this. His legs spread apart. His chest out. His eyes flashing for weeks. The old attitude. The old voice. The old Bomb. Helen, mother, he cried, and he was off. That picture that he drew. It was about as much like the real Helen Catherine as the Venus de Milo is like Miss Mary Pickford in the pictures. But it was a glorious picture. The portrait of a goddess. A genius. A safo. The phrases tumbled from his lips in the good old way. It was all the old times come back again. And how his imagination worked. How magnificently he flung his colors about. With what abandon he splashed and sprawled. For a breathless ten minutes we listened. Dear me, said old Mrs. Jones, I do hope she's a good girl as well. For myself I sat there entranced. The old Bomb was not lost. He had found, or fate had found him, a safe outlet after all. He could see Helen as before. He had seen the whole world. And it would do for him as well. His soul was saved. The one question that now remained was how would Helen take this glorification of herself? Would she not resent it as deeply as she had resented the earlier lies? On the answer to that question hung the whole of the future of their married life. I was soon to have my answer. Helen came in. I did not perceive that old Mrs. Jones felt very deeply the contrast between reality and her son's picture. Her son was all that she saw. He took her home. I walked away with Helen before we parted as she turned to me. Happiness was burning in her face. Mr. Lester, she said, you've been a good friend to both of us. You were all wrong about Benedict, but I know that you meant it well. She hesitated a little. I'm terribly happy, almost too happy to be safe. Of course I know that Benedict is a little absurd about me, has rather an exaggerated idea of me. But that's good for me. Really, it is. Nobody ever has before, you know, and it's only Benedict who's seen what I really am. I knew that I had all sorts of things in me that ought to come out, but no one encouraged them. Everyone laughed at them. But Benedict has seen them, and I'm going to be what he sees me. I feel free. Free for the first time in my life. You don't know how wonderful that is. She pulled the bright purple scarf more closely over her shoulders. We've done something for one another. He and I, really, haven't we? He's free to me, and I, well, I've stopped those terrible untruths of his in spite of you all. I don't believe he'll ever tell a lie again. Good night. We'll see lots of you after we're married, won't we? Oh, we're going to be so happy. Yes, now I believe you are, I answered. What do you mean now? She asked. Didn't you always think so? There was a moment when I wasn't sure, I said, but I was wrong. You're going to be splendidly happy. And so they are. End of Story 12. End of The Thirteen Travelers by Hugh Walpole.


So hey guys welcome to come again if you're new make sure you hit the subscribe button and the little bell Comment below hit the like button. I mean even share with your friends Good job. We have cookies and milk might be semen. I'm not sure Hey guys, welcome back to come again This week's episode. I'm reviewing the original vintage masters of the universe collections Skeletor, this is the original Skeletor from the early 80s round 83 and This was the villain the main enemy of he-man so let's go ahead and go over some of the sculpt and details of this guy and See what was so awesome about these early figures. Okay, so first up. Let's go ahead and go over These paint and sculpt these figures at the time were really basic They didn't do they had some detailing But not always, you know Painted but what that was painted and sculpted was always on just amazing bright vibrant Fully just play in playability. So here we go. We'll start with the top here. We have a Skeletor's evil face here with a nice little green Yellow and red eyes pretty detailed for the time Nice little evil grin here His hood which is not removable as a sculpt of peace and it almost looks if you look carefully actually kind of cloth like that some Lines in here. I don't know if that's part of the mold or if that was just you know intentional but of course even has the little flap in the pack for his hood his vests which Is removable Has a sculpted bed on it and it's all one solid purple We have the crossbones to indicate that he is a bad guy Then it kind of goes with the whole you know Skeletor Feel there then of course we have his little belt This is all just kind of the same the same Color purple and the belt is removable He has his furry loin cloth Timber We have his furry loin cloth I'm gonna show you Skeletor's butt. He's gonna twerk there we go and Now there were multiple versions of this figure the original had clear back and in the front was painted it was supposed to be like I Got shin guards originally and later on they did go ahead and they just painted the whole foot Which is a claw foot So all right Let's go ahead and go over some articulation on this guy basic articulation his head moves from left to right arms move up and down and Then the legs which were on a rubber band pretty much Can move both front and forward And these guys also had an awesome action feature which I'll show you now You basically just turn them to the side and Yo, he's supposed to swing Back and forth it is an old figure if you go back and look the he-man review you could see what there's supposed to do The he-man learn works really good the Skeletor being an old figure spring not so great But he still looks pretty good Skeletor came with a few accessories First accessory I'll talk about is his havoc staff Well, you notice the havoc staff is kind of warped. That's how they always came in the package They were kind of always a pain to straighten out, but it still didn't look too bad and Kind of matches warped personality and his havoc staff could easily fit in his right hand Another accessory Skeletor came with is his power sword Power sword, which is a solid purple Is unique in effect that it's not complete just like he-mans The reason being is they were always meant to be connected to form one power sword Reason being is once both halves of the power sword were connected You were able to put it in the front door of castle grace call to open it The cool thing about Skeletor another thing about cool thing what Skeletor the same with him And is you could store his power sword in his vest on the back Just like so so there you are the original Skeletor from the masters of the universe collection I'm gonna say Skeletor is pretty cool both he and he-man have four different variants for their figures There was a bad warmer There was For a Skeletor there was a dragon claw There was a dragon mist and then there was the Lace the laser light Skeletor which is him and he-man's laser light figures were probably the most some of the more Most expensive figures out there right now because they were never released in America So I'm lucky enough to have at least three out of the four versions of each he-man at Skeletor This is one of my favorite figures growing up along with the he-man it was just really cool They were always pretty easy to find However today if you're looking for a completed Skeletor With his havoc staff the loincloth is probably the hardest piece to find on the figure And so on his sword you're probably looking at close to anywhere from fifty Dollars on up in the hundred regions. So pretty pricey now My suggestion is buy them in pieces by the figure in bulk by the vests and the The belt and the weapons you might be able to save a little bit of money that way so But if you are looking for you know out of package original Accessories that came with you're looking probably in the hundreds of dollar range. So But there you go Skeletor for everybody if you can add them to your collection I highly go ahead and suggest to do that Hit that subscribe button Make sure you hit the like comment below and share with your friends


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Yeah, I guess I expected it like spider tank. Oh. Is this Vecna? No, it's not Vecna. Vecna. What is he doing? Hey, he just shaved his whole body. I think he's a swimmer. The swimmer? Yeah. Like an Olympic swimmer, like Michael Phelps? Exactly. Uh-oh. Okay. That was a reality jump. Again, what you got now, bro? Who's sister is this? Oh, my God. Why is she so tall? Oh, no, she turned the light off. I'm gonna get a tag, man. Reality jump. Come on, you gotta make this look longer, bro. Christmas. Oh, Christmas? Man, are you ready? Queen, bro. What's this, bro? What's he doing? Krampus. Is that a gingerbread? Gingerbread's like a voodoo doll, bro. Oh, gingerbread voodoo doll? Something like that, but... Okay. I don't know. He was up to no good. That's that new technology. Oh. This is like a... Okay, yeah, I wasn't expecting that. Okay, reality jump. There we go. That was better. What the heck? Reality jump again. Let's see. Grandma? Oh, grandma has no face. Grandson? No face, no case. So it was closed and then like... Hey, these videos are kind of fire. Oh, where's this Charmander? A broken finger paradise? Charmander, flamethrower. Charmander. Okay, that's pretty cool. Looks like a pterodactyl that lost its wings. Okay. It's like hatching an egg or something. That was a legendary. Oh, broken finger paradise again? That's a pterodactyl. Oh, dubby, dubby. Who's that? Who's that? I don't know, but... Who's that? Well, Huggie Wuggie found her hiding, bro. Ooh, Huggie Wuggie, bro. Oh, this looks cool. Like, this looks like... We should have bought that mask. Oh, yeah. I would have been dubbed the one from the video. Look, I was thinking about it. Yeah, it was fire. This is user 629-03198-41550. He stole this. Orhor store tea. Party. Oh, yeah, it says at the bottom. It's backwards. Okay, Patrick, what you want? Hey, uh... That sounds good. No, Patrick. Barnacles, bro. Oh, yo, why are you calling SpongeBob in the middle of the night to find some sausage? That's us, bro. Patrick, what you doing, bro? Nice, that's... Patrick wants that sausage. Patrick's sausage washing up in the night. Ugh. He was actually Gary. Gary's an imposter. Barnacle boy. Oh, that sounds like the way I impersonate the laugh. The guy on the door. Oh, part two? He's eating crab. Or did the sausage? Damn.  If you want me to calm down, why don't you stop pestering me and get me a drink? Ian, SpongeBob, chill it, bro. Nice to Gary, bro. But it seemed like everyone in Bikini Bottom was trying to disturb my peace. Mmm. I thought you broke. Oh. What's going on with the Squidward? I must be watching another one of those sissy chick flicks again. I like those movies.  I returned to my seat as Gary arrived with a beer. Okay, Gary. Yeah, no wonder he only got two teas, bro. Yeah, I'm coping with a drink or two. This gum's rotten. No way. I'm not calling her and I'm not taking her back. They don't call her Sandy. Cool, Sandy? Oh. For nothing, you know. So, all of Bikini Bottom. There's Sandy. Yes, I showered when I was with her. Yes, I cleaned my halls when I was with her. Leave me alone or I'm going to turn you into escargot. I know it may seem like it, but my memory of that night is crystal clear. I very much remember only getting about 20 minutes to myself before Gary came back to bother me yet again. Gary, come on, bro. Little girl. Hear what? Unconditional love, bro. It's probably just the TV or Squidward crying over one of his girly movies again. Don't worry about it. Look, the TV's off. And listen, not a sound. Oh, hey, Patrick. That sounds like Patrick. Patricio. Come on, man. You're part three. You're going to be part three, bro. No. Part three next week. I guess. Y'all want to see part three? Make sure you click like on the video, all right? Like, subscribe. All that good stuff. Hit the notification bell. Tell them, bro. And subscribe. Tell your mama. Tell your papa. I'm a tazer, bro. Tazer. Do a green screen of the tazer. It doesn't work. 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