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Dispatch Ajax! Podcast
The Miami Mall Alien Incident
A quiet New Year’s stroll at Miami’s Bayside turns into a story you feel in your bones—a swell of bodies running, a ripple in the air that won’t resolve, and a shape you can describe only in metaphors. We step into that moment on the linoleum, right where curiosity edges past fear, and bring you the first-person rush of a night that refuses to fit the official script. From the intimate details—the mojito glass, the banyan’s hush, the tug of a partner’s hand—to the jolt of gunshots and the flood of squad cars, we trace how a simple evening got swallowed by something stranger.
Then we do the work: placing eyewitness memories alongside the city’s statements, counting the cruisers, sorting rumors from records, and interrogating the vanishing act of footage that should exist. Fireworks and rowdy teens might explain noise, but how do you explain the scale of the response, the reports of phones checked and files deleted, the blackout stories, the helicopters, and the media’s brief, incurious shrug? We weigh mundane answers—overreaction, face-saving, policy failure—against the theories that went viral: a portal opening, shadow entities slipping through, kids in goggles with gear they shouldn’t have. Not to sensationalize, but to ask why our reality-testing fails where our pattern-recognition screams.
What emerges is a study in ambiguity, fear, and narrative power. Memory warps under adrenaline; institutions often choose silence and snark over transparency; and the internet fills every gap with myth. Whether Bayside hosted aliens, errors, or a little of both, the deeper question remains: who gets to tell the story when the cameras go dark? Join us as we pull apart the threads—police response, witness contradictions, missing CCTV—and reckon with why we keep hoping the world is weirder than it admits. If this ride makes you think, laugh, or re-check your priors, tap follow, share it with a skeptic, and drop your theory in a review—we’re reading every one.
Okay, you wouldn't give the kids in the whole thing. Hey, there's a spider on your back.
SPEAKER_00:Fun silver rated. Ever dance with the devil in the belly mind.
SPEAKER_02:We don't like doing this.
SPEAKER_01:I just watched the squeeze through a ventilation. This is a side development, ladies and gentlemen. Well it is spooky season. Take our hands as our companions as we hop to the TARDIS and traverse the great waves of history all the way back to the far distant yesteryear of 2024.
SPEAKER_00:It's a beautiful Miami evening. It's the mid-70s, a pleasant breeze coming off the Biscayne Bay, and you are taking a lovely stroll in your day off. You need some chill, because yesterday was an all-night rager. It's January 1st, 2024, and after a lazy day of sleeping in, it's time to feel like a human once more. So you figured you pick up your partner and just go have a nice leisurely walk about, the Bayside Mall. Bayside, which is about three-minute drive from downtown, is an open-air mall that shares elements of a traditional mall and waterfront pavilion. Pavilion sandwiched between the marina water and a nestle of shops, restaurants, loungy hangouts, and a Ferris wheel. Depending on the vibes for the night, you might do some night shopping at your standard mall spots, you know, your favorites like Foot Locker, Victoria's Secret, or maybe the Sunglass Hut. Mmm, that's a kiosk. Or maybe taking a bite and brew. You could even slum it with the tourist at Margaritaville or Bubba Gumps. Slumming it? This is the height of elegance and regal dining. So far, it's been a lovely evening. You walk around upstairs to check out some chains and downstairs to some of the boutiques. The time together has been full of laughs. While at the Mojito Bar recounting the shenanigans your newly single friend got up to last night. Or tripping over a yo-yo some kid must have dropped. They still make those? After a while, you felt a bit peckish and decided to grab an evening snack. Some ice creams at scoops. And why not take in some long licks with a stroll by the Bayside Banyan tree? This is a 110-year-old 70-foot-tall tree, a symbol of nature's endurance, especially as it sustained despite the crass capitalist infrastructure built up around it. Now it was mid-bad joke when there was a commotion. You thought there might be a raucous caused by live music getting ready to go on by the waterfront stage, but the hubbub began to swell and spill out from the entryways of the shopping pavilion, both in sound and in bodies. You both pushed past the young Indian woman, pushing her elderly relative. Their eyes were wide and frantic. Your partner is hesitant and tugged at your arm in resistance. Something appears to have frightened these fling people, but your curiosity is piqued. So much of your days are sat behind a dingy computer on the bottom level of a nondescript building leased by an irrelevant company, a cog, and the bland off-white machine of mediocrity. You crave some excitement in your mundane existence, and you just feel there is something there that just needs to be seen. It's like the hairs on your arms touched by a battery. Your partner and toe, you quicken your footfalls. Adrenaline seeps into your bloodstream. There are screams and gaps in the walkway in front of you. Your breathing becomes frenzied, as did your darting gaze, trying to peer over the quickening mass of people rushing towards you. You dance and push past them. About 30 feet ahead, you see some kids, maybe in their late teens, pushing each other. Your first assumption is that, oh, this is this is a fight and it's a brew, and or maybe it's just simmering down, and this must be the reason for all the raised voices. But then you notice more people rushing past them, and that some of those youths are hauling ass as well. But what from? You move to push further on. The draw still palpable despite its indefinability. Yet as you shoulder through a fumbling Otaku 20-something whose stained chainsaw man anime girl t-shirt could have parted its own sea of humanity with its pungent aroma, you feel a yank at your sleeve. You turn to meet the gaze of your partner, their eyes awash with anxiety. They do not want to go on, and are more than content to accompany the masses out away from these polished linoleum floors and out the nearest door. But you, for some odd reason, need to see what is going on. You brace the pair of you against the oncoming mass of human expedience to the nearby pillar. Just stay here a minute. I'll be right back. Buttressed against the white column, their eyes scream reticence about your decision, but you have bolted from them before their vocalization against your decision can find purchase.
SPEAKER_01:Now you need You want to take that one again? Vocalization?
SPEAKER_00:Buttressed against the white column, their eyes scream reticence about your decision. But you have bolted from them before their vocalization against your decision can find purchase. Now you need to get past these throngs with urgency as to not make the one you left behind even more perturbed than they are bound to be. You leap forward, just barely missing a six-year-old's face with your oncoming knee. And you bound toward whatever is going on. Your attention was distracted by the near mist that you have only just realized that you have gone past where those scuffling boys were. Turn ahead and notice that you are now amongst only a few people who seem to form a circle around it. There may not be a better way to define what you see, because it defies all rational thought. What meets your eyes is like the eye of reality itself flittering open and shut. Imagine an old tube TV, like the ones they would wheel into class when your teacher was ill. Imagine that TV switching from one channel to another, but it didn't quite catch and come on. The hazy, wavy image, not quite crash, statically digitized, and then supplanted by what should be. It was like that, but the very air in front of you didn't make sense. You transfixed, your mouth agape. What is that? Your mind questions. Your eyes move past your mind to strain to make out the difference in what is and isn't. You awaken from the haze of decipherment to realize you unconsciously began to extend your hand out to the questioning phenomena some dozen feet away from you. And then, as if you sat down in the darkened IMAX to see what latest action the blue people in the savage land are up to and put your special glasses on, a tweak in your perception steals the air from your lungs. In this moment, the blank canvas of your wonder is being dunked in the blackening icker of fear. But what your body has begun to grasp is an impossibility, an illogical thing that in your gut does not demand your inquisition, but your fight or flight response. What was once a flickering glitch in the matrix of your understanding has been replaced by a dark, eight-foot humanoid entity, emerging from the crackling miasma of what you knew as true five minutes ago. It's tough for you to recall how long you stood there, mesmerized by what can't be solidifying in front of you. It's still hard now for you to fully describe it. You could swear there was a face, eyebrows, a mouth, emotion, but you can't put it into words. It was like a weird amalgamation, like smoke made flesh, like a shadow of an NPC from Tron, but tangible, like an alien from signs made of black static and fear. Embossed Ebony Hayes. It seemed both deadly real and also a phantasmagoric ethereal intruder, like it was meant to be on a different spatial plane of existence. Hell, maybe it was. Honestly, your mind could have turned a frothy goop that was able to drip out of your nostril at the exposure to whatever this is had consumed your will and ability to exist as anything other than a stone silhouette of yourself. If it wasn't for the crack of thunder echoing through the structure, you may have been rooted to the spot forevermore. But after that second 9mm block round whizzed in your direction, you escaped that fix that shock had latched you onto. Maybe it had been a couple minutes, maybe 15. What is time in the face of a paradigm shift? However long it was, the clock struck like a cop's round, being fired in fear, which might be the most terrifying sound possible for so many. You bolted with every ounce of strength you could muster. Amazingly running directly towards the death merchants, unburdening their sidearms. But their shot rung in your soul as a starting gun to escape something far worse in your wake. You caught up to your partner, whose wrist became your new tether to life itself, and you hugged the glass stone front and eggshell painted walls until you were past the frenzied others escaping whatever that is or was, and you all scooted past your guardlings who were pointing hot death towards that thing with complete conviction. Wild elbows, the chirps of terror, the heavy pants of escape pushed us out into the reassuring ocean breeze outside the structure. It was like falling into a pool, that shocking smack of your senses reacclimating to a whole new element. You came too. What the fuck was that thing? You almost didn't recognize your own terrified squeak. The fear surrounding the ether of those words congealing in your core. Was that real? What is going on? Surprisingly, your partner's grip on your forearm can't explain but soothes. There are real things. Things you know, things you can count on, and they are with you despite what that was or what happened. They usher you further outside the complex and out in front of the entrance. Your senses are further greeted by what you can only describe as an army of police, flashing lights, sirens, and the wicked finely tuned purr of cop cars surrounded you. It was an onslaught. As you go to question one of the swarm of police rushing towards you, wham! You are crashed into by a couple of large black gentlemen. This thing of concrete meeting the point of your bracing elbows snaps into you, as does the weight of the smaller gentleman having tripped on his cohort. Words barely have time to register beyond thoughts, let alone utterances, before your gaze meets his and the recognition marries your experience with his own. He has the bright, wide eyes of terror, silently crying out to you for hope. You want to embrace the stranger. A sentiment that still shocks you, like your body knew what you needed, and you instinctively wanted to give that to someone else. A reassurance of reality, a human understanding. And yet, at this moment, the policeman that had been the hope of answers to safety was wrangling this gentleman and his partner and you down onto the concrete. It would have been nice if you could insist that it was difficult to extricate yourself from this charged misunderstanding, that it was due to will or being right. Those things did not win the day. Rather, judgments of the superficial. Something of the dermis and pigmentation is what colored the turn of estimation. The two men were taken from the asphalt towards one of the waiting patrol vehicles, and you were left alone. Your attention turns to your partner, who has had her own run-in with authorities. They are just being released from the strong grip of a couple officers. Your partner angrily snatches their phone, the offering mitts of a pudgy policeman on their left who is now departing rapidly. You shuffle over to meet them as they spit vitril back at the law official. Fuck you, this is bullshit! They huff, to no apparent avail. What was all that about? Are you alright? You excitedly inquire. No, yeah, yeah, those assholes. As you bustle away searching for your car in the maelstrom of lights, sirens, and hysteria, your partner describes their own run-in with law enforcement. Them, along with others, were halted on their escape. The phone in their hand was motioned to, and like her fellow escapees, was pressured to display and delete any photos or videos from their device. Of course, being who they are, they've put up a modicum of pushback. What is this?
SPEAKER_01:A Banana Republic fascist regime?
SPEAKER_00:But with an officer holding each arm, the threatening scowls and growls paired with the ominous hands on their sidearms, an implicit threat of violence, and the scene of multiple people zip tied and being disappeared, your partner acquiesced. Upon entering your car, it was almost like an out-of-body experience on the drive home. It was a blur and you can only recall flashes. With the adrenaline and paradigm-shattering serum of experience coursing through your veins, hazing out the details. Upon reflection, you didn't remember the kids with goggles? Or the strange wired boxes around the feet of the incident? Things that your partner observed from a distance, but your memory doesn't seem clear about. Nor astonishingly, the number of beings that you both remember seeing. Was there more than one of those things? You didn't recall it coming after you, but your partner recollected alternatively, with its menace manifesting and marching towards both you and the onlookers. No, so many details were oddly different. Didn't quite fit together. It was all a jumble. Didn't make sense. Questions birthed into your mind upon returning home from an incident, both inexplicable and unforgettable. Is this the first step? What is the news saying about this? Why did the authorities take everybody's phones and what were those that are disabled? What comes next? On January 1st, 2024, officially there's an altercation at the Bayside Mall in Miami. Supposedly, there are a group of teenagers causing mischief while roving through the mall. Then a scuffle ensued. During the ruckus, it is said that these teens were firing off fireworks. The amount of teens is unclear. Supposedly the group of about 50 juveniles lighting off fireworks and carousing about. Mistaking the explosions for gunfire, the police were called. Those within the mall fled. Now it is unclear at what point the officers arrived, but somehow it was determined that a larger police contingent was necessary to regain control of the situation. Supposedly, a Code 3, this is emergency response requiring lights and sirens, often for situations involving immediate danger to life, serious injury, or the prevention of a felony. Typically, this triggers multiple units to respond quickly, but in this case, it was citywide reinforcements. This prompted a massive, massive police response. At least 30, though some reports claim 60 or even 90 police vehicles responded and flooded the area around the mall. This is along with multiple helicopters, reportedly black in appearance, hovering above the mall at the same time. Now, after the crowd dispersed, multiple teens were said to have been taken into custody for the events of the evening. I was unable to track down and obtain the identities of any of these individuals, but that is what officials told reporters at the time. Yeah, it is. Police were dispatched for what he said, quote unquote, for crowd control due to the little rascals refusing to leave, Vegeta had said in an email to NBC News. Quote unquote, some businesses were temporarily closed to allow us to clear the area. Now, after this, social media was a buzz, with a reaction to the size of the police presence and the multiple supposed witnesses describing a far different scene. What many people said were seven to ten foot alien creatures, possibly caught on camera, showed up inside and later outside the Miami Mall. Now, reports vary. I went through on social media and different videos, podcasts, news reports of about a dozen or so different accounts, and they're all kind of quite varied. Some of them have key similarities, but there are some vast differences as well. But essentially what they say is that somehow these alien entities that were black, kind of shadowy in appearance, uh boy. Showed up inside the mall. Some say there were one, some say there were three. It's unclear. There were descriptions of a possible portal of some sort that opened up inside the mall, uh, allowing these entities to pass through. There are some stories of possible youths that appear to have equipment, like uh like what they were described as like welder's goggles, uh, and that some of them had like scientific equipment that they laid out and possibly activated, which may or may have opened said portal and let in said entities. There is discussion of these shadow figures escaping and being caught leaving the scene. There is a video of kind of the the front entrance to the mall, and in in one of the videos you can kind of see what looks like a shadow kind of move around and then kind of dissipate into the air. Rafael Horta, a Miami police spokesman, said the claim that the video shows aliens at the shopping mall is false. It's actually just a person walking with a shadow, Horta said in a January 5 Instagram video posted by the Miami Police Department. So I confirm to you all here today, right now, that there are no aliens in Miami in Bayside Marketplace at the moment. Thanks, Mr. Horta. Uh other reports claim that police were confiscating and deleted uh footage from cell phones or any recording devices uh as they were uh people were fleeing the scene. Um supposedly one person said that uh he got out with footage because he had uh an old VHS camcorder that he was recording things on. Um I have supposedly I have seen what has been put out there, supposed footage from that camcorder. One, nobody's getting out with a camcorder and not having that thing taken. If they're if they're going through phones, two, the footage is worthless. There was nothing there. People that were passing by and recording things were forced to either pull over, stop on the side of the street, and delete their footage. There are at least a couple people who said they were driving and then stopped and then were recording both the helicopters and possible entities escaping the mall and said they were forced to delete their footage. As the story goes, the airspace around the mall and the Miami area was shut down and flights were grounded and the airport became non-functional. I've looked into a few people deeper into this, can't find any backing for that. That doesn't appear to be true. I think that's a bit of a debunk claim. There were at least a couple people interviewed that said that there was a UFO seen above the mall the day before and that day. Now, there was electricity disrupted. According to some sources, this is true that the electricity inside the mall went out and surrounding areas and parts of Miami, the electricity did go out and there was a blackout. The story of this was that there was a runaway vehicle that hit an electrical pole causing the blackout. This was the report from the police. I can neither confirm nor deny. But also, if we're taking any of this with anything more than a grain of salt, the police are willing to lie about everything happening in the mall. Why would they lie about a blackout? Yeah, and the reason for that? Now there are a few things that are odd about this that really draw interest. One is the massive police force. That's curious because some people that were asked, you know, their residents in Miami, and they've had active shooters, and they said, you know, you maybe get three, five cars there, but not 10, not 20, not 30, not 90. I've sent you pictures of this in videos, and this is it's all you can see. The entire block in both ways is lined up with police. There's like 50,000 police cars there. It's so many. And I think that's one of those first things, at least when I heard about this, that piqued my interest. Why? Without any declaration of active shooter or terrorist bombing or natural disaster, none of those has prompted this much police interaction. Yeah, that's weird. You think a black man just jaywalked. It's also very odd that if there was this big fight that they talked about happening that prompted all of these cars to show up, that these teenagers, there's no recordings that I could find or anybody else that I could search into could find about these high school kids recording this big fight, recording setting off these fireworks? Nothing. That doesn't sound normal to me. Why wouldn't they? Also, they have they catch 50 kids make and they arrest four with their 50 cop cars. And again, I can't perhaps I wasn't diligent enough in searching, but I also don't know if I can track down the records of all arrests made for that day, if they're juveniles. But I haven't heard anything.
SPEAKER_01:Seems like overkill, but I mean overreaction is a typical response.
SPEAKER_00:That's true. There have been supposedly multiple paranormal investigators who went there and supposedly gotten responses on their ends, spirit boxes and whatnot, you know, the creme to the creme of paranormal research and investigation, and supposedly that said things like shadow people, aliens, and portal. I don't give a shit about any of that. But I do find it interesting that also if they had this big viral incident that has prompted speculation and fascination online, it has been mentioned by the Kardashians on their television show that no police body cam footage or actual CCTV from inside that mall ever surfaced, either confirming or debunking the story. It seemed really easy if you wanted to say, A, there weren't that many caps, b, there were no aliens, c there was no blackout, anything. You could easily show footage saying, No, look, see, this has been happening, but nothing. And silence. It's also really odd that with this huge police force showing up, media coverage was pretty much non existent. There were some local TV stations covering the night. Oh, some cops showed up. Yep, some kids, nothing. Moved about their day, didn't talk about it. As the story went viral, for about the next week or two, you had some other outlets picking up the story, being like, Oh, we talked to the police representatives, or statements from this officer or that officer. There's nothing to see here. It was all a hoax. It was just some kids. Okay. So nothing. Um, now, granted, if it really was that, you'd say the exact same thing. But of all of the encounters, the recounting of the incidents, very few of the eyewitnesses, to me, feel reliable. Some had stories that were later recanted, others even recanted those previous revocations, saying that they were pressured into silence, and then they shut up about it, and then they're coming back out to say, no, what I originally said was true. You have quite a few stories from supposed people at the scene who said they came out and made all that stuff up. It's very hard to find one that feels tangible and reliable. Which I would hope with that many people in the mall seeing this, you'd have at least one story that you could really sink your teeth into. But what is tangible is the truly massive police response. And again, that's curious. I can't recall for myself much outside of 9-11 prompting such police engagement. So why so few arrests? Why is media engagement lacking? Sure, you can say the official line prompted no further investigations, but it is perplexing and a bit tantalizing. But with so little video evidence and scattered eyewitness testimonies with varied stories, descriptions, and synopsis, you also have no leaks. There was no video footage that got out there, there is nothing from CCTV. You feel like something would get out. Especially if you're having just the police department crack down this. This wasn't the FBI, this wasn't the NSA, this wasn't some secret men in black operation showing up to quiet things down. They're just the local cops. There's one fun video of one gentleman whose father is Miami Sheriff. He's recording the video call with his father. And he's like, hey, I saw there was a big Miami incident at the mall. There's uh some aliens. What happened? He's like, I can't talk about that. And he's like, What do you mean you can't talk about it? Come on. He's like, You've told me about all these other things that happened. You know, what's going on? He's like, nope, I can't. We're not going to talk about that. And granted, that could be an active investigation. They probably shouldn't discuss the details, but at least he found it odd. The sun did. And it's one of those you've heard multiple things like that from Roswell, their Area 51, you know, officials who, quote, have seen things, but they're hush hush, not allowed to say things. And whether it's uh true or not, it's fascinating. And it's fun. Which is really what this whole thing's about. It's fun. Honestly, I don't know which is most plausible except for our collective adherence to an accepted reality. Ten foot dark shadow alien entities invade a mall, or 90 cop cars descend on a mall to arrest a handful of zealous. What if they were alien youth? They just came for a brew in orange action. They are delicious. Pretty good. But we all know which one is more fun. And which one is more terrifying? Paranormal entities manifesting inside a busy, major city mall, authorities fascistically silencing all involved situation. But thankfully, we have Michael Vegeta. Michael Vegeta, again, he said aliens had nothing to do with Monday's incident. Quote, there are no aliens, lol. I hope you said it out loud. Email. No airports were closed. Nothing is being withheld from the public. Capital L O L. You hope when you you dig a little deeper, you might find something more interesting, but it's kind of surface level. But as a story, there's lots of like alien interactions in the woods or maybe in someone's home, but not often in major metropolitan centers of transit and commerce. You don't get a whole lot of Greys showing up on the subway or lizard people.
SPEAKER_01:You could argue those probably way more common than you think. Yeah. It's one of those stupid situations, most likely, where it was like cops either did something stupid, one or two of them did something stupid, and so they all turned off their body cams and didn't want to talk about it because they're covering for each other, or they're all embarrassed that that many cops showed up because some kid smoked a cigarette inside or whatever, uh, and they don't want that to get out either. It's gotta be something like that.
SPEAKER_00:Yeah, I mean, the likelihood of it actually being interdimensional black shadow entities that descended upon the outdoor mall in Miami is pretty low. But unfortunately, you have those things, you know, like the massive police response, you know, the lack of media engagement, uh, the lack of firm debunking other than saying, nope, nothing to see here. Yeah, it just it it makes you question, and at least it provides fodder for fun speculation, and I hopefully and then one of those things were like nothing happened, like so why should we say anything?
SPEAKER_01:Like, well, because now they think something happened because you're acting like nothing happened. That's why. Yeah, really dumb. Yeah.
SPEAKER_00:But you know, maybe just maybe maybe they were aliens. There was one person who said that, like, oh, she had uh looked at the coordinates and that the portal was opened in the wrong spot, and you took the GPS coordinates and you inverted them, that it actually sent you to the middle of Antarctica, and that's where they're they were trying to go, but someone put the mall there.
SPEAKER_01:That you're supposed to meet up with the lizard people down there, because that's the entrance to the inner earth is, right?
unknown:Yeah.
SPEAKER_00:You had my ties at Margaritaville there. You had scheduled seven o'clock, and Bill hit the wrong thing.
SPEAKER_01:It was two for 15 apps at Applebee's. Yeah. And hey, maybe Susie would be there again.
SPEAKER_00:I mean, she's pretty cute for a surgery.
SPEAKER_01:Maybe if you gave her just enough margarita in her.
SPEAKER_00:She's a little loose. Yeah. That's a bad process.
SPEAKER_01:Don't do any of this with lizard people. Or uh women. No.
SPEAKER_00:Or lizard women.
SPEAKER_01:Lord Wizard Lemons. That's our name of our spin-off indie band, Wizard Lemons. Featuring Lizard Women. Well, it was a short one, but I'm glad you did that. It's been a while since we've had that kind of format. We need more storytelling.
SPEAKER_00:Yeah, a little spooky encounter. Kind of. Based on reality, in a way. In the in-the-mouth madness sort of way, yeah.
SPEAKER_01:This is not reality.
SPEAKER_00:This is not reality. This is reality. Well, we hope that you haven't been too frightened. That's not a concern. Doing not an issue. But you never know what you're gonna get on the next episode of Dispatch Ajax. Like a box of chocolate. I hope you come back to check out it could be a box of chocolates. And if you're a dog, we were trying to kill you. Yes. Otherwise, we love dogs so much we would never do that.
SPEAKER_01:If a dog has we're not a big fan of dog men.
SPEAKER_00:Dogmen. Oh, dogman. Ooh, okay. There's a question. Dogman, chocolate. Which side wins out? If you feed a dog man enough chocolate, uh you might get diabetes and then eventually die. You know what? A fat, legless wheelchair dogman. Not anymore.
SPEAKER_01:It doesn't have to be legless. It seems like a hat on a hat.
SPEAKER_00:Well, I mean, he had complications from diabetes, and unfortunately, he did lose the thing.
SPEAKER_01:He was a contractor's neighbor of ours. Oh boy.
SPEAKER_00:That was a rough situation that one.
SPEAKER_01:A case of mistaken identity.
SPEAKER_00:Yeah, yeah. He was up on his moves. Well, there we go. Anyway, thank you for listening to this latest episode. Please come back for the next one. You never know what you're gonna get as we move on from our spook tabular prosum. Mm-hmm. Yep. If you wouldn't mind liking, share, subscribing, maybe rate us five smoky black entities on the podcast app of your choice, ideally Apple Podcasts is the best way for us to get heard and thus seen. We would love that. Again, thank you for listening. We've hope you've enjoyed. And until you visit your local Bayside Mall in Miami and meet your own ten foot tall black alien.
SPEAKER_01:Well, what should you uh I I'd like to point out you can optionally give us five wizard lemons. We accept all forms. She he screams into this into the the inky blackness of the night. Well, please make sure that you have paid your tabs, make sure you've cleaned up after yourselves to some sort of reasonable degree. Make sure you tip your KJs, your bartenders, your wait staff, your podcasters. Don't forget to support your local comic shops and retailers. And once again, during our spooky season, we'd like to say Godspeed, for wizards, lemons. Wizard lemons.
SPEAKER_02:Please go away.