Creatures, let's meet For a drink, it's a treat
Welcome back, everyone, to another episode of
Cryptic Cocktail Party, a show where we have
a few drinks, share a few laughs, take a dive
into the unknown. I'm your host, Dave. Joined,
as always, my wonderful co -host, Sarge. How's
it going, Sarge? What's going on, world? How
are you? To me or the world? No, I don't know.
There's a stain on my shirt, and it caught my
eye. So I got confused for a second in the camera.
Well, I can't answer for the whole world, but
I'm doing okay. I'm doing all right. All right.
Yeah. Have we read the Epstein files yet? I have
not read them personally. That's okay. You're
not missing much. Most of it's redacted, which
I expected. I'm enjoying the pictures coming
out from them, though. Well, all right. Enjoy
is a... Strong word. Wildly inappropriate? Yeah,
no, definitely inappropriate, but that's okay.
I'm not enjoying them. You know what you meant.
Yeah, they're fun, funny. It's my fault for even
saying the word enjoy. I also am not enjoying
the entire situation that rich people are, as
we all expected, unbridled perverts. Yeah, yeah.
Merry Christmas, everyone. I mean, but some of
the people out there, like... Come on, Spacey's
on there. You kind of had to know. Yeah, everyone
kind of knew. But yeah, Merry Christmas to everyone.
And Happy Hanukkah as well. I believe Hanukkah
is still going. I believe it is as well. I feel
I don't genuinely know, but I don't celebrate
it, so I guess I wouldn't know. I don't really
know. I'm pretty sure my best friend celebrates
it. That's the only reason I knew. And so on
the first day of Hanukkah, I shot him a message,
wished him a Happy Hanukkah. And I'm sure on
Christmas day, he'll wish me a Merry Christmas
like we do every single year. Oh, you guys are
cute. Yeah. Well, we've known each other for
38 years since we were five years old. So for
those of you not good at math, good luck figuring
that one out. Sometimes I forget how old I am.
Yeah. I feel like once you get past like 35,
it just doesn't matter anymore. I stopped counting.
Yeah. Completely stopped. Now I judge my age
based on how many ibuprofen I need to get me
through a day. Gotcha, one per decade. Yeah,
I'm four ibuprofen years old. The beginning of
this episode is absolutely nothing, huh? It's
just... It's what you would expect from a middle
-aged podcaster, I think. Yeah, all right. You're
not middle -aged, I am. I'm getting there. I'm
38. You're close. That's close enough, I feel
like. You're pushing it. I'm pushing it. Yeah,
yeah, yeah. All right, Sarge. Well, last week
we talked about Frau Perchta and the unbaptized
baby parade that she brings along with her. My
favorite. And at the beginning of that episode,
I had mentioned something that caught your ear,
and that was the Yule Lads. Yes. And I had told
you that when I did that episode, I had done
it. This is like the first Christmas episode
I think I did. I had this guy named Mike Waddell
on who was now the disgraced CEO of MetaZoo TCG.
Oh, my God. I forgot about MetaZoo. Yeah, he
kind of just shut down the company, took a bunch
of people's money for pre -orders and stuff,
never fulfilled a lot of it. I think they filed
bankruptcy. People had to file court documents
to get their money back. It was a whole thing.
Him and Logan Paul. Yeah, so I think I'm going
to scrub that episode. Yeah, just get rid of
it altogether. Or change the description to,
sorry, I talked to this piece of shit. I actually
had mine on twice. Oh, no. uh but that was the
last time it was uh green the ulex and then like
three days later my car got stolen that was a
whole nother thing dude you're having a rough
you were having a rough year yeah it wasn't great
it wasn't great so um so what i did is i figured
i told you that we would just redo it and i figured
since we're still in the holiday uh time frame
i guess is this still fits in to when we should
do it uh so i figured i didn't change much of
the script the script is kind of basically the
same i did kind of update some stuff and proof
read it to make sure the It was accurate because
back then I was just willy -nilly. Yeah. Just
kind of writing shit down that I saw online.
And you got to leave room for the dick jokes.
Yeah. So I figured, yeah, there was no dick jokes
on that one. Well, he wasn't a dick joke guy.
That was his mistake. Yeah. So, yeah. So I figured
today, Sarge, we would cover, we would do a redo
of that. And I'm not going to change, like I
said, it's not going to change anything, but
it will be hopefully better than that one. And
sorry for anyone listening who. I've already
heard this before, but again, I don't really
want that episode on my back catalog. Don't blame
me. All right, so Christmas time, a magical time
of year where we gather with our loved ones,
celebrate the birthday of a demigod born out
of wedlock, get absolutely ripped on Spike Degnog
at the office Christmas party, and partake in
rampant capitalism just to disappoint the important
people in our lives with a last -minute Christmas
card stuffed with scratch tickets from 7 -Eleven
because you didn't feel like waiting in line
at Target. It sits close to home because my mom
just asked for scratch tickets for Christmas.
She finally got sick of us just giving her scratch
tickets. That's all she wants. For the most part,
Christmas time isn't supposed to be a nightmare
-fueled murder fest caused by hideous monsters
that want nothing more than to torment children,
at least not here in the States. If we learn
anything from this show, they save all that stuff
for Europe. The Europeans love that shit. It's
like they're bread and butter. Now, we've already
covered Krampus, the humanoid horned goat demon
of Central and Eastern European folklore. He
likes to beat children with bundles of sticks
before shoving them in a wicker basket for a
late night Christmas snack. And then there's
Belsnickel of German and Pennsylvania Dutch folklore,
famously played by Dwight on The Office. This
kind of seems to be a running theme in these
stories. He also likes to beat children with
a stick for misbehaving. But there is one folkloric
entity that I think has been wildly underrepresented.
And as far as I'm concerned, would make for a
way better horror story than Krampus. And that
is the Icelandic ogress known as Gríla and her
13 nightmare children, the Yule Lads. So you
are unfamiliar with the Yule Lads. Whole hog,
right? Yes. Yes. You know, the thing is, the
Yule Lads. It's going to be tough for me to be
afraid of these guys because the Yule Lads sounds
like a male stripper group. Like Chip and Dale's
Christmas Time. Right. That's their holiday show.
The Yule Lads and their Yule Logs. Oh, man. Well,
you're going to love this. This is a good story.
It's a lot of fun. And by fun, I mean it's fucking
awful. But I feel like it's supposed to be. Now,
Gríla in Icelandic folklore is first mentioned
in medieval sources going all the way back to
the 13th century. Now, in these early stories,
she wasn't even associated with winter or the
holiday season at all. She was just a big, ugly,
child -eating troll that lived out in the wilderness.
It wasn't until much later, around the 18th and
19th centuries, that Gríla became specifically
linked to the holiday season. Poems and stories
from around this time started describing her
as a Christmastime monster that roamed the countryside
looking for naughty children to abduct. This
is also around the time that her 13 hellspawn,
the Yule Lads, entered the picture, but we're
going to get to them later. Fucking Yule Lads.
I'm sorry every time. It just sounds so dumb.
It is. It is dumb. And you're going to find out
why. So agree up. Early descriptions of her,
and there are many descriptions of her throughout
the years, the picture is just a hideous monster
of a woman. One source described her as an ugly,
wretched giantress who lived in a small hut on
the edge of town. Which town? The one you live
in, obviously. Naturally. Yeah, she would mosey
on into your village, and depending on the story,
either trick desperate parents into giving up
their kids to her, or just straight up abducting
them so she can boil them alive and then eat
them. And the worse the child behaved, the better
they tasted. Now, in some versions of the story,
she could be appeased with offerings of non -boiled
children food. But for the most part, the town
folks, they didn't really like the idea of a
giant cannibalistic woman trying to eat their
kids, even if regular food could possibly spare
them. So they got together and they banished
her to the Dimu Borgir lava fields in northern
Iceland. And I didn't know this, but Demu Borgir,
that name literally translates to dark castles,
which is metal as all hell and is the perfect
place for a child. That's an actual metal band.
Yeah, Demu Borgir rules. How is it pronounced?
Because I always thought it was Demu Borgir.
I say Demu Borgir. That's fine. It sounds more
French than Icelandic. The way I say it, I have
no idea. Iceland, notoriously French. Yeah. So
yeah, so she now lives. In the lava fields, which
is metal as all hell, perfect place for her to
be. Pretty fucking badass. Yeah. And just like
Santa and Krampus and Belschnickel, Gria also
has the supernatural ability to tell if kids
were being rotten little shits throughout the
year. So when the holidays come, she descends
from her metal as fuck cave and wanders the nearby
villages, kidnapping kids along the way and hauling
them back to her lair to boil alive in a massive
cauldron to make what's essentially... child
stew uh some go further into detail and say that
she skins them batters them and they're still
alive at this point before she puts them in the
in the stew not sexy yeah and in some versions
she doesn't even kill and cook them right away
she keeps them alive until she's ready to cook
them and to make it worse some other tellings
include the detail that people in the villages
can hear the screams of the children as they're
being uh prepared to be eaten so of course that's
fun And just to be clear, when I say misbehaved,
I don't mean like hardened child criminals. Like
these kids aren't doing the most fucked up shit.
I mean, like if your kid forgot to say God bless
you after someone sneezed even one time, he's
getting scooped up. Fucking Christ. Yeah, greed
doesn't just take the worst of the worst. True,
like the more of a little shit they are, the
better they taste. But if your kid isn't basically
a saint throughout the year. They're going to
get snatched up and eaten. That's out of control.
Yeah, well, because her goal is to kidnap enough
children to make a stew big enough to last her
the entire year until it's time to do it all
again. Gotcha. Basically just stockpiling. She's
food prepping, I guess, for the year. Now you
could. She's just meal prepping. Yeah. She's
got a bunch of mason jars full of severed kids'
hands. Oh, yeah. Dude, she's pickling. What is
a... Yeah. Pickle them, boil them, put them in
a stew? Is that the... Yeah, her overnight oats
are just eyeballs. And the thing about Gria and
what separates her from all the other Christmas
punishment characters is that with her, there's
no reward system. Like, Santa rewards good kids.
Krampus punishes the bad ones. Belschnickel does
both the rewarding and the punishing. Even Frau
Perchta leaves you a coin if your chores are
done. But Gria, she just eats your kids for the
love of the game. Yeah, it's all about the kids.
Just eating them. Yeah, they don't get any, like,
there's no good to come from her. Now, the fun
fact about Gria is that for a hideous monster
that she is, she did find love. A few times,
actually. According to legend, she was married
a couple times before eventually landing on her
third husband. She ate the first two. Praying
mantis stuff. His name, I'm not even going to
try to pronounce, so we're just going to call
him Lep. Lots of J's, probably. Lots of silent
J's. No, there's a lot of vowels with symbols
above them that I've never seen before. So, I
wasn't even going to try to... pretend how to
pronounce that. I mean, I understand why Iceland's
language is so complex. When you live in a place
that's so remote, all you can do is come up with
weird ways to say shit. Yeah, you're just making
sounds at the end of the day. How many J's can
I put in this word? Yeah, so we're going to call
him Lep. Now, he is a famously lazy, useless
troll, and he's often described as an absolute
deadbeat who is actively terrified of his own
wife, which is understandable. She did eat the
first two. And together, these two lovebirds
had 13 children known as the Yule Lads. Now,
are you getting excited? I'm so excited. Now,
these days, the Yule Lads are basically 13 mischievous
Santa Clauses that visit the home of children
during the 13 nights leading up to Christmas.
Children will place their shoes on the windowsills.
And for the good boys and girls, the Yule out
of the day. Oh, yeah, because each one comes
on a different day leading up to the 13th. So
the Yule out of the day will leave candy or a
small gift. And if they decide your kid sucks,
they will stuff the shoe with rotting potatoes.
You really like that, huh? It's so random. If
you're a bad kid, you're going to be mildly inconvenienced.
Yeah, pretty much. But like most horrifying folklore,
the Yule Lads have been significantly toned down
over the years. Now, originally, they were described
as horrifying, unhinged, violent little troll
creatures that would break into your home, rob
you, and generally made your life a living hell.
In fact, those stories were considered so terrifying
that in 1746, under Danish rule, Icelandic officials
banned parents from using grija and the Yule
Lads to unnecessarily traumatize their kids.
The stories were so unhinged that they were legally
deemed too fucked up to tell your kids. You know
shit's bad when the government has to get involved.
You're like, ah, all right, all right. Yeah,
which is probably why I had a hard time finding
anything about, like, the original Yule Lads.
Gria and her first two husbands, apparently,
according to folklore, had, like, a bunch of
kids. So there's 13 Yule Lads with this couple,
but there's, like, dozens others. But, yeah,
I couldn't find any, like, real hard, like...
old -timey stories about him. So if anyone knows
where I can find some of those early depictions,
shoot us an email, please. That'd be great. Yeah,
but like I said, today the lads are basically
just like Snow White's seven dwarves, and by
that I mean they all have a very distinct and
very specific personality and a pretty on -the
-nose name that accompanies that personality.
The only difference between the seven dwarves
and the ULADs is that there are 13 of them, and
they all suck. Okay. Excellent. So are you ready
to find out about these dudes? Yeah, I need to
know. All right, so first up, you got Sheep Cot
Claude. Now, his whole thing is that he likes
to sneak into farm sheep sheds and suck on sheep's
nipples and has a peg leg. Where I come from,
that's a crime. Yeah. Next up, you got Gully
Hawk. He enjoys stealing the foam from buckets
of cow milk. Just the foam, not the actual milk.
I don't know if that's, like, the good part.
I don't know. Are these just weird Icelandic
fetishes? Kind of, yeah. We got Stubby. He's
a short king that likes to steal food from frying
pans. Then you got Spoon Licker. Pretty self
-explanatory. He likes to murder women. He just
comes in. He likes to lick all the remnants off
of your spoons. Then we got Pot Licker. Can you
guess what he does? Take a wild guess. Venture
a guess as to what potlicker's up to. These names
get better and better. If you haven't already
put it together, he comes into your house, steals
your unwashed pots, and licks them clean. And
then you have bowl licker. Can you guess what
his whole deal is about? Potlicker and bowl licker.
Don't leave your weed out around those guys.
His whole thing is he waits under your bed until
you put your food bowl down, and then he will
lick your bowl. Wait. When you're in bed, eating
your night soup? I don't know, dude. He hides
under your bed until you put your bowl down.
You're not putting it down on the floor next
to your bed. I just think it's like when you
go to bed, he'll come out and lick your bowl.
I guess it must be a cultural thing where they
eat dinner and then just go right to sleep. I
don't know. I also read that they have one wooden
bowl that they eat all their meals in. So I think
that's the bowl he likes. Okay, fair enough.
Next up, we've got Door Slammer. This is the
most annoying one, in my opinion. All he does
is stomp around and slam doors all night like
a bad roommate. And then you've got Skier Gobbler.
He eats all your yogurt. And he'll eat all your
yogurt to the point of vomiting. Yeah, they keep
getting better. I love them. Next up, we got
Sausage Swiper. Don't unzip your fly. He loves
to eat sausage, especially stolen sausage. So
his whole thing is he steals and eats your sausage.
Swiper, no swiping. Then we got Window Peeper.
Oh, God. Okay, this is a felon. He likes to creep
around the outside of your house and peep in
your windows like some sort of Yuletide pervert.
And then you got Door Sniffer. He's got a big
old nose that he will use to sniff out bread
from under doors. And then... He's not Bread
Sniffer. Don't you dare call him that. No, Door
Sniffer. And then we got Meat Hook. Can you guess
what Meat Hook does? I mean, I guess try and
kill... a couple that's making out at a lover's
lane close uh he carries around a big hook and
steals any meat you got hanging around so you
weren't far you weren't too far off uh then we
got candle beggar uh he steals your candles which
apparently back then were like super rare and
also like a really valuable item because back
in the day okay uh they were basically just like
big sticks of fat so they were edible and you
could also use them for other things gotcha yeah
so that was a big thing um Sarge, how are you
feeling about the Yule Lads? I love them so much.
I really want this to be like an annual Christmas
special. Like every year, the Yule Lads need
to get into like some kind of fun adventure that
we can laugh about. Because with these names,
no one should ever be fucking taking them seriously.
No. Well, this is like... Except for Window Peeper.
He's fucking perv. Yeah. Well, this is like the...
They're cleaned up, sanitized version now. Okay.
This is what it is now. They didn't get cleaned
up from this because this is, I don't think the
Danish government was like, this is out of control.
You can't tell this to your kids. This is the
cleaned up version. We, I didn't, like I said,
I couldn't find like the original Yule Lads,
like what they were about. Everything I read
was just said that back in the day, they were
more like boogeymen than the fun little scamps
they are now. Oh, man, I wish we knew what the
original 13 names were. Yeah, I knew some of
them. Well, there's more than 13. There was a
whole bunch of them. The only one I know is there
was one that basically it was like hem something.
And basically what it was, it was just he just
upskirted you. He just looked up your skirt.
Oh, yeah. And there's one called Big Ball, Small
Balls. I don't know what his deal was, but I
know that his name was Small Balls, and I can
only imagine it's not great. He's just speed
bagging you. Yeah, dude, I don't know. But, yeah,
so, Sarge, we've talked about Greer, the mom,
the deadbeat dad. We didn't really talk about
him because he's kind of useless. He didn't really
do anything. All he does is just eat. And we
talked about the 13 nightmare children, the Yule
Lads. Great. I love them. But to close out the
episode, we have to talk about the family pet
known as the Yule Cat. Are you familiar with
the Yule Cat at all? No. Okay. So the Yule Cat
is the house pet of Gria and her sons. Honestly,
this is even more unhinged than both mother and
her sons. The Yule Cat is a monstrously large
cat that appears on Christmas Eve and silently
stalks the villages while everyone is asleep,
dreaming up. sugar plums or whatever it is looking
for his next meal and this thing does not care
whether you were young or old good or bad it
will fucking eat you just because it can uh jesus
yeah this thing only ventures out once a year
and chooses violence every time so like a regular
cat yeah pretty much yeah a regular house cat
like if it if it gets out it's gonna choose violence
every time the amazing the only thing that can
assure you won't be getting disemboweled by a
demon cat, and it somehow knows this, is if you
receive at least one article of new clothing
for Christmas. That's socks, underwear, anything.
That's fucking oddly specific. Yeah. I mean,
most folklore usually is. That's because historically
the Yule Cat was basically as I just described.
It was just a wintertime threat. It's kind of
got that Frau Perkta vibe to it. If you didn't
work hard enough during the year to earn new
clothes, you were considered lazy, and lazy people
don't survive the winter. Gotcha. You're probably
wondering, what is this cast of characters up
to these days? Yeah. I assume. Where are they
now? Today, these figures are very much still
around, just a bit more family -friendly. The
Yule Lads have been defanged and declawed into
what are essentially just prank -pulling Christmas
mascots. They show up on decorations, kids' books,
ads, and public holiday displays, and they leave
you gifts instead of ruining your life. As for
Gria, she never really got that same glow -up
as her kids did. She's still framed as something
dangerous. It's a tale you still tell your kids
throughout the year to get them to behave, but
just a little less trauma -inducing, but only
slightly less trauma -inducing. and the yule
cat still part of this world too uh usually more
like a warning or a dark joke about being dead
weight when yeah when winter comes around so
yeah well the stories are a bit softer now the
messaging underneath them hasn't really changed
it's still used for the same purpose which is
that winter does not give a fuck about you and
right yeah you're gonna die yeah you should probably
shape up or ship out is the thing that i've heard
people say uh but uh But there you have it. There's
Gria, the Yule Lads, and their family pet, the
Yule Cat Sarge. It did not disappoint. I am so
glad. Wow. I love all of it. Yeah. And it turns
out, I found out Gria is actually kind of like,
you know, she's referenced a lot in media nowadays.
And I didn't realize it. Yeah. She was in that
terrible The Rock movie, Red One. Oh, yeah. Yeah,
I didn't see that. She's played by the girl who
plays Sabrina, the teenage witch in the new Netflix
show Sabrina. Also didn't see it. And then also
in Sabrina, the teenage witch show, Greer shows
up in that. Wow. Yeah. In both cases, her story
is super watered down and not as terrifying as
it should be. She's also in... God of War Ragnarok.
Okay, I like that. Yeah. Again, she's not the
same. She doesn't eat kids. She eats the souls
of animals so that way she can, like, relive
their memories so she can feel. It's a whole
thing. It's not the same at all. Yeah. She's
still a big ugly lady, though. So, I mean, they
kind of got that right. As long as they hung
on to that. I hate it when they take, like, a...
like a horrible female monster from back in the
day. Then they make her hot. Like stop doing
that. She can be cool on her own. She doesn't
need a glow up as well. Yeah. Well, they did
that in red one. Yeah. They need to stop doing
that until the very end. Like the last like 10
minutes. I didn't actually watch the movie. I
just watched clips to see what she was like.
Yeah. And tell you what, those last five minutes,
you see her pretty gnarly. Okay, good. It's pretty
intense. The movie itself is trash, I assume.
I can't imagine it's a good movie. Yeah, I just
feel like these female monsters don't need a
she's all that makeover. You know, where they
take her glasses off and suddenly she's the hot
girl? Like, stop it. No, you can just be a hag.
Yeah, she's awesome as a hag. Leave her be. She
doesn't need the male gaze to be badass. No.
I'm going to get off my soapbox now. I just get
so mad when they try to hotten up. Female monsters.
Like, what are you doing? So dumb. But yeah,
so you see like a movie and Mrs. Claus is like
wearing a bikini. Like, knock it off, you fucking
weirdos. It's the last porn I'll ever rent. Anyway.
I'm kidding. I'm kidding. So the story didn't
disappoint? Is this what you were hoping it was
going to be? No, it's so good. I'm so excited
about this. So after we do an episode with like
an especially fun, especially a Nordic fun thing,
I immediately called my dad because his mom came
over from Norway and he was raised in a lot of
the old traditions. So he had, I think it was
Sinterklaas. Okay. And he would, instead of putting
the presents under the tree, he would leave them
on a bag on the porch. And back in the day, when
my dad was a kid, there was snow on the ground
at Christmas time most of the time. So you could
see the footprints leading up to the porch. And
so like, you know, it was a lot easier to get
kids to believe it because you had these like
little weird footprints going up to the house
and then a bag on the porch. Yeah, you couldn't
do that nowadays. Someone would fucking swipe
that off your front porch. Oh yeah, immediately.
Swipe or no swiping. So I can't wait to tell
them about this because I told them about our
friend last week. And so I'm very excited to
tell them about this one. This one he probably
might know more. Oh, I'm sure he knows a little
bit because he still looks this kind of stuff
up. He loves this stuff. Yeah, it's good. Maybe
he knows some of the darker Yule. That wouldn't
surprise me. His mom really hung on to some traditions.
Most of her recipes were like, after you're done,
put it outside underground for two weeks. To
ferment it. Yeah. Oh, that's disgusting. I love
it. Yeah, it really is. They're a whole culture
based on a dare. You won't eat it. All right,
so that's the episode. I'm glad I could do this
with you. I'm glad you found it interesting and
it lived up to your expectations. I mean, I wasn't
worried that it wasn't going to. I knew you'd
get a kick out of the Yule Lads no matter what.
Oh, God, I love them. Yeah, they're a fun cast
of characters. But yeah, that's it. Thank you
guys so much for listening. We're going to be
off next week because it's Christmas. So no new
episode. But the episode that will be released
after that will be the first time that we have
ever recorded in the same room. Yes. The meet
up. It's going to be going to be amazing. There's
going to be pictures. Instagram is going to be
nuts. Yeah, it's going to be a good time. I can't
wait. It'll be a lot of fun. I'm so excited.
It's going to be so much fun. Yeah. It'll be
my first time in Philly as well. Really? Yeah,
I've driven through Pennsylvania, and I've stayed
in Pennsylvania a couple of times. Never been
to Philly. You're not missing that much. I'm
going to see the Liberty Bell. I need to. You
don't really need to. I'm bringing my pipe. I
heard this cracking. I mean, it's free. You can
just go in and see it. Yeah, I have to do that.
I have to. Okay. As a nerd, as somebody who has
been a nerd his whole life, Specifically a history
nerd. I have to see it. That's fair. That's valid.
All right. Well, you can do that. Yeah. And then
we'll go to Ben Franklin's house and get fucked
up. Just his house? That dude knew how to party.
He did. He really did. He'd appreciate it. Yeah.
All right. Thank you so much for listening, everyone.
Sarge, anything you want to plug before we sign
off? Yeah. You can find me on the socials. Just
type in... Sarge the Destroyer on most of the
social media platforms and you'll find me except
for Facebook because fuck Facebook. Zuckerberg,
you creepy goblin. Yeah, so you can find me on
this or you can find us on the Cryptid Cocktail
Party Instagram page, but Dave will plug that.
Yeah, if you can't find Sarge by just Googling
his name, you can follow us on Instagram at Cryptid
Cocktail and you can just follow the link in
there. All of his socials are on there. All of
our socials are on there like our TikTok, Cryptid
Cocktail Party. Leave us a five -star rating
and review. It really helps the show and it's
Christmas time. So think of that as your gift
to us. Yeah. It'll make my heart super happy.
Yeah. But I think that's all I got. I don't really
have anything to plug. Have a happy holiday,
everyone. Hopefully. Yeah. Merry Christmas. Happy
Hanukkah. Happy New Year. And yeah, we'll see
you in the new year. Yeah. And so I guess, do
you want to say bye and I love you? Goodbye.
And I fucking love you. Let's treat.