Our new four-part miniseries! Wait Wait Don’t Teleport Me!! is a sound collage of shows heard on IFM2 Subspace Radio, an ambient comedy outside the frame of linear time. In this second episode: worm-wielding birds face off on a competitive cooking show, a murder mystery composed entirely of raspy voices, a lightning round of incomprehensible callers, and lots more! With your hosts Kerrington, Nova, Maggie, and C.C. Sims.
WAIT WAIT DON'T TELEPORT ME!! - EPISODE 2 TRANSCRIPT
Announcer: This is IFM2.
Computerized voice: You're listening to a program on IFM2 Subspace Radio. This time is now half-past being asleep. Coming up next is Wait Wait Don't Teleport Me.
[Dramatic orchestral music]
C.C. Sims: Previously, on Wait Wait Don't Teleport Me.
Nova: It's like you've aged 30 years overnight!
Margaret: Only my emotions have aged. Can you ever forgive them?
Nova: Was it worth it? You promised me it would be worth it!
Margaret: I've brought back potatoes, orange-sweetened with the damage of distance.
Nova: But the unreal frogs and the unreal toads—
Kerrington: The keys to the frog pond!
Margaret: I know, I know. You have to understand I'm doing this for your own protection. I'm saving the frogs, the toads, the polliwogs, and all the layers of lasagna that we need to keep intact.
Kerrington: Ok. But I'm still going to use the lasagna to measure it.
Nova: You can't do this, Kerrington!
Kerrington: No one leaves unreal frogs alone with their dissociation. Not on my watch.
[Orchestral music fades out, Don't Teleport Me Theme Song plays softly in the background]
C.C. Sims: Please tune 2 of your ears to 3 different histories.
Mix what you're hearing from the past and the future with what you are hearing now.
All your voices are necessary.
All our thoughts are in space.
How should we make space for sleep? For dreams?
The answer is about to materialize.
Live from The Improvised Alchemy Academy,
it's Wait Wait Don't Teleport Me!
Maggie: [singing the theme song] Wait, wait wait, don't teleport me now.
Wait wait-wait, Wait wait-wait, don't teleport the dreaming!
On IFM2, the subspace radio, we hope you fall asleep and listen to our late, late show.
C.C. Sims: A sound collage of shows heard on IFM2 Subspace Radio.
An ambient comedy outside the frame of linear time,
beaming you back and forth
from sentimental fission to dada...ism.
I'm C.C. Sims aka Chronologically Confused.
Here are your hosts, Kerrington Woods,
Dr. Nova Lasagna Pennington,
and The Honorable Margaret Fly.
[The theme song fades out. Mid-tempo dance music starts to plays in the background.]
Kerrington, Nova, Maggie: Oh, our favorite show is on!
Nova: Everyone go to sleep, the show is beginning.
Kerrington: This is KW speaking.
Maggie: This is Maggie.
Nova: This is Dr. Nova Pennington.
Maggie: We're back for another nocturnal exploration of the sentient condition. In the next six hours, the long cosmic night will provide our imagination unlimited space to work inside. We will spin plates of sound in the air and let them go where they doth deserve. We've dreamed this world into existence, and we couldn't do it without our listeners, our kaleidoscope of muses asleep at the wheel of their spaceship.
Voice #1: In this episode, more grievances.
Kerrington: Welcome to the show where anything can happen, but nothing does!
Nova: I can't decide what show to start with. So I won't start with any of the shows that have already started.
Maggie: [in a deep film-noir voice]: I never know if my eyes actually close, but when the world is evaporated inside the density of my thoughts. I do start to dream.
Computerized Voice: IFM2
[Mid-tempo dance music fades out. Uptempo lounge music fades in.]
[Bird sounds and deranged clucking noises]
Bett Chipley: Hello, I’m Bett Chipley.
Bird Birdy: And I'm Bird Birdy.
Bett: And we're here at Cooking With Birds.
Birdy: Cooking with Birds
[Musical clucking noises]
Birdy: Today we will be starting with cooking worms, a popular bird food.
Bett: Yes, Birdly. What kind of worms do we have today?
Birdy: Oh we've got a real good selection Bett, we've got 10 kinds of earthworms.
Bett: Let's have an interview with one of our cooks, eh? What do you say?
Birdy: Alright so, this is Cluckers.
Cluckers: Hi! Good to be here. [clucks]
Bett: Hey Cluckers. What kind of meal have you prepared for us today?
Cluckers: Well, I call this meal, “Worms-a-la-cluker.”
Birdy: So what have you done to your worms?
Cluckers: First I sauteed them with some onions, and a little bit of a peanut sauce.
Bett: I see that, onions and peanut sauce. A bit of an unorthodox choice. But you are a bird.
Cluckers: This particular recipe was inspired by a time I was digging in the trash. [clucks]
Bett: Let's talk to Cluckers' competition right over here on the right side of the stage.
McFeathers: Hello there!
Bett: Can you introduce yourself for the listeners at home?
McFeathers: My name is McFeathers Jones.
Bett: And what do you have prepared for us today McFeathers?
Mcfeathers: I have bacon, oil, butter, and worms.
Bett: Oh...
Birdy: Well, it seems like a take on your classic Mcfeathers dish, which is bacon, oil, and butter.
McFeathers: Well you gotta work with what works, and what the people like.
Birdy: Alright back over here, Cluckers is having a little trouble plating their final dish.
Bett: Yeah, what's going on over there, Cluckers?
Cluckers: [clucks] Turns out I forgot a very important step at the beginning of the process...which was I did not properly kill the worms…
Bett: Oh, well, you know...
Cluckers: ...which means they are, in fact, still alive and attempting to leave the plate.
Bett: So Cluckers, some of your worms are escaping there. Uh, let's come back onto McFeathers and see how he's doing.
McFeathers: I did not anticipate the worms actually getting out of the oil and the butter, so I am now fending off the worms and making sure they are actually dead.
Bett: Oh boy, we got some live worms here in both camps.
Birdy: Time to taste some dishes! We have a great panel of judges here today.
Bett: Excellent. Let's introduce our celebrity guest judges.
Ethan Hawk: Hey, everyone, I'm Ethan Hawk.
Birdy: Uh, why don't you introduce our other...
Bett: Please put your hands together for Ducky Williams.
Ducky: It's great to be here. I'm looking forward to eating some worms.
Bett: Alright, well—
Ethan Hawk: When do we get to eat these things?
Birdy: Right now!
Ethan Hawk: Excellent.
Bett: Let's sit ourselves down. Looks like Cluckers is going up first with those dishes for all of us.
Cluckers: [clucks] I recommend you eat them very quickly, because they are, as we have seen “on the move.”
Bett: All right.
Cluckers: I have managed to build a wall of peanut butter. I would not recommend eating the entire wall of peanut butter because it'll probably clogged your throats, your little bird throats.
Birdy: I think you could have found a better way to subdue the worms.
Bett: You know while I agree with that take, I also disagree with it vehemently.
Ducky: I would give this an 8 out of 10 with the two points taken away because I am deathly allergic to peanuts.
Ethan Hawk: I actually quite like peanut butter so I'm gonna give this an 8.9.
Ducky: I should probably taste the other dish soon, because I am going to go into anaphylactic shock at any minute.
Bett: Oh my goodness. So if an intern could come help Ducky Williams real quick...Mcfeathers, what do you got for us?
McFeathers: So I’ve got a large vat of mashed potatoes, and in it I've included my bacon, my oil, my cheese, my butter, and the worms. It's a great combination.
Bett: Um, bold choice to add mashed potatoes at the last minute.
Birdy: Yeah, my worms are eating the mashed potatoes? Is that your intention for this dish?
McFeathers: It's definitely a fun thing to do while you eat.
Birdy: Watch the worms eat?!
Bett: Let's take a look at this dish. What do you think, Ducky? Ducky, are you still with us?
Ducky: I'm still, you know, I'm a professional. I willl work through this. And it's not as if I didn't hear that it had peanuts in it before I ate it, I just couldn't resist. Maybe the lethal mashed potatoes will cancel out the lethal peanut oil and lead to a delicious combination. Let's find out. [starts choking]
Bett: Uhhh....
Ethan Hawke: Hey, Ethan Hawke here, yeah. So I haven't had mashed potatoes in a long time—
Bett: I want to listen to you, Ethan, but I'm pretty sure Ducky Williams just died? Is he okay? Am I the only one who cares?
Ethan Hawk: Hey guys Ethan Hawk here, I’m going to send some duckendephrine here—
Bett: %&*! you, Ethan Hawk! Ducky Williams has just died!
Birdy: You're not even really a bird!
Bett: You're not even a bird! You're just a human with a bird name! Oh, we're getting the sign from our producers that we need to wrap up. Uh, who wins this competition? Please, somebody tell me before I have another existential crisis.
Birdy: Uhhh...Cluckers.
Cluckers: [clucks] It's me!
Bett: Right. Well, congratulations, Cluckers. I'm gonna go home and think hard about my life. That's been me, Bett Chipley.
Birdy: And I'm Bird Birdy.
[musical clucking noises]
Bett: Ahh, have a good night folks, and stay wormy here at “Cooking With Bird.”
Deep Voice: You're listening to WRIP Dead Voices, the only radio station that exclusively plays the voices of beings who are no longer alive. I'm Marilyn Monroebot, and I recorded this 50 years ago, before I died.
[Lounge music fades out. Melodic, dreamy music fades in]
C.C. Sims: Let’s now tune into our alternate universe broadcast. This is Catherine and Michael.
Michael: My ex and I, we had a manatee together, and we also called it our son, just like you.
Catherine: That's a lie, you're just jealous of our love.
Michael: No. It was called Francis.
Catherine: No, no.
Michael: Yeah.
Catherine: No!
Michael: It was a walrus which was the second kid.
Catherine: Ok, so it was not a manatee!
Michael: No, the first one was a manatee. The second one was a walrus named Theodore.
Catherine: I hate you so much right now. You don't know how much I hate you. Did you meet our manatee son? I know we brought him out at the party.
Michael: Yes. [pause] Remember that party where you told me you loved me and then slapped me?
Catherine: [gasps] I don't remember that! Oh no.
Michael: That was like the quintessential moment.
Catherine: Yeah it was. Where was that?
Michael: It was in..whose apartment were we in? Was it Dave's? No.
Catherine: Were we in my apartment?
Michael: We were at some—-there was a porch outside.
Catherine: I must have blacked out for this or something.
Michael: Because you were whispering sexy things into Jonah's ear. And then I whispered sexy things into Jonah's ear, and then you slapped me.
Catherine: [laughs] That's very funny of you. I'm glad that you did that. I'm not open to the world when I'm out in it. You are. You're very gregarious. It's the only way you keep the darkness at bay.
Michael: Yeah, just give all the love you'd give to one person to everybody instead.
Catherine: Yeah.
Michael: I mean you just gotta give it out.
Catherine: But your willingness to keep giving it out and giving it out and giving it out is like...tireless.
Michael: Well, that energy has to go. It can't stay in me.
Catherine: Yeah. Otherwise bad things happen.
Michael: ...or boring things happen.
Catherine: You have one of the most boring jobs in the world—
Michael: Yes.
Catherine: —but you love it, and you are such an unboring person. I work with someone who has a really unboring job, but God is she boring. And it makes me sad.
Michael: I get all my boringness out at my day job and all my non-boringness comes out later.
Catherine: Right, right. I specifically chosen a job that like requires a lot of me, and it requires me to be not boring. And so then it makes me wonder how I feel about that choice.
Michael: Outside your job you've become boring.
Catherine: Yeah.
Michael: You need the boringness in your life.
Catherine: Yeah, kinda.
Michael: You come home and you're like, “Yes! Boring life!”
Catherine: You know what I'm really looking forward to doing this evening? Doing my laundry.
Michael: Ooh.
Catherine: And cleaning my house. It's going to make my life so nice. It's so boring.
Michael: Clean the house.
Catherine: Yeah.
Michael: Clean the spaceship.
Catherine: Clean that spaceship! That would be a good show. I would watch that.
Michael: [laughs]
Catherine: The people who have to clean the ship after it goes through the mission. 'Cause I really like watching how, like the crazy innovations of the future affect normal everyday life. Like, they're out in space and they're saving the world and everything, and that's fine, but it's boring to me because I know that like whatever it is, the writers just make up to work for the situation. But that same world exists for the janitors and for the secretaries. And so they have to go home every day and they live their own, their normal 9 to 5 lives. But what have the crazy innovations of the Star Trek future done for them? That's what I want to know about.
[Melodic, dreamy music fades out. Pulsing, intermittently flashing space music fades in]
C.C. Sims: We now return to Wait Wait, Don't Teleport Me, currently in progress in your original universe.
Voice 1: Does anybody hear that? Sounds like a meteor.
Voice 2: I'm actually a vegetarian, so I don't eat meteors.
[Sound of a sad trombone echoing and then fading away]
Mr. Xorfus: This is Krekamalach Xorfus, station manager at IFM2. [sighs] We need to do something. We need to have a think tank. Where's that teenager? Why can't she just conjure listeners so I don't have to be here? Conjure more hosts.... that's it! We can just think up staff and listeners, so the radio takes care of itself! Why didn't I think of this before? Where is she, where is she...hold on. I'll go get her. Coms aren't working again.
[Pulsing space music ends]
Computerized voice: [singing]
Mr. Xorfus
instead of a heart
he has a hoofbeat.
[Propulsive space music starts]
Cyborg voice: Brain cortex stimulation started. This show could enter your brain at any second.
[Sound of rain]
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] The rain was coming down like sad icicles in a lonely cave. It had been a strange day in Rasp City. My secretary Dorothy came over to me with some news.
[Door opens]
Dorothy: [rasping] Mr. Rasp, there's been another murder!
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] Oh no. Who is it this time Dorothy?
Dorothy: [rasping] It was the women who hired you to solve the first murder, she's been murdered!
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] Damn it! I'm starting to think maybe, I'm the problem.
Dorothy: [rasping] Have you been murdering these people, Rasp?
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] It's like sometimes I wake up and there's blood all over my sheets, and it's not even mine.
Dorothy: [rasping] I did notice you murdering someone a few days ago, but I didn't wanna say anything.
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] That's 'cause you're a good secretary, Dorothy. I'm gonna investigate the murder. Let me know if any more murders happen.
Dorothy: [rasping] I'll let you know. I've got my murderphone here, which only rings if there's a murder. And I'm also tuned into the police blotter.
[Sound of rain & thunder]
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] I wandered out into the streets. It was still raining that weird icy mixture of pollution and whatever it is that makes our voices so raspy. Then, I ran into her.
Tina: [rasping] Hey.
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] I heard there was a murder here last week.
Tina: [rasping] Which murder do you mean?
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] Oh damn, I guess I should have been a little more specific.
Tina: [rasping] I mean, almost no real car accidents happen anymore what with the computer cars. You've gotta tell it to murder, you've gotta hit that murder button.
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] Damnit Tina, I think you've stumbled onto something!
[Phone rings]
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] Hold on a second, my secretary's ringing us. Yes, Dorothy?
[Phone beeps]
Dorothy: [rasping] I'm sorry to interrupt you Mr. Rasp, but you wanted me to call you if there were any more murders?
Mr Rasp: [rasping] Yes.
Dorothy: [rasping] Well, there was a burglary on 15th Street.
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] Did someone die?
Dorothy: [rasping] No, just a burglary.
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] Is the burglary still in progress? Maybe someone could die soon, I don't know.
Dorothy: [rasping] No, the policy got there, but everything had already been stolen.
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] Oh damn. Missed opportunity.
Dorothy: [rasping] Yeah, it was. There were so many people they could've murdered and they just didn't do it.
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] Well, keep us tuned, Dorothy. Tina, I think you solved it. I think the cars are murdering everybody. We need to stop pressing those buttons!
Tina: [rasping] Well the car is just the tool for the murder. Somenbody has to tell the car to do the murder first. So is it really the fault of the car or the fault of the person?
[Sound of rain fades in]
Mr. Rasp: [rasping] The question Tina posed, was of philosophical importance to me, because my father was a car. [sound of thunder] How many people had my father murdered in the name of button pressing, just following orders...but really, did he bear any responsibility? Who here can say he was responsible? Just another day...in Rasp City.
Nova: [high pitched voice] Kaleedle-leedy-dee! Kah-logga-frogga!
[Propulsive space music fades out]
Computerized Voice: IFM2
Computerized Voice: [singing]
Pretending to listen is the greatest gift of all
Averting your vision every time we give a call
Remember we want you to ignore us every day
Keep sleeping you'll help us to continue on our way
[organ music plays]
C.C Sims: Coming up next, it's “Limericks with Loaf.”
Loaf: Though it's made of titanium girders, fear
is the one thing that can be inferred, er… dear
If this globe’s on it’s way
it could be your last day
a galactic imperial ______________
Crowd: PUMPKIN!
Loaf: I'm sorry. The answer we were looking for was “Murdersphere.”
If you’re throwing a temporal party
to invite them would be quite foolhardy
it would not be a blast
if your guests from the past
were detained and deported by______________
Crowd: WAIT!
Loaf: Time's up. Which is ironic because the answer we were looking for was ”TARTI,” The Time Travel and Interdimensional Regulatory Agency.
[Organ music fades out. Spacey synthesizer music fades in.]
C.C. Sims: Sewing & crocheting dimensions together with continuous collage, this is Wait Wait Don't Teleport Me on IFM2 Subspace Radio. Pledge to us and help us move forward in time. Evolution is revolution and you can make it happen.
Frankie: Wait Wait Don't Teleport Me is my favorite show because…nobody gets arrested, there's nothing going on, and nobody cares about it.
Host: …Welcome to the dating game!
Contestant #1: Ha, ha, I’m the contestant that needs no introduction!
Host: We all know who that is.
Contestant #1: Heh heh HEH!
Contestant #2: Actually, I think I have dated that person already. Can I get a new person to date potentially?
Contestant #1: Ohh, that makes me feel sad!
Contestant #2: Well you were the one who broke it up. I mean, I wanted to keep/stay together.
C.C. Sims: Here lives the QR Code of CC Sims. Please scan the section of her life you would like to know about. Scan here to only focus on the memories that include you.
[beeping sound]
C.C. Sims: They call me Chronologically Confused because 2 of my ears are tuned to the frequencies of different time periods, so I'm always hearing something from the past, the future, or some alternate timeline, and I consistently have to piece together what temporal reality my hearing is in.
Some days I am blessed to have each facial orifice being tuned to a different timeline. In my left eye, I am seeing the 24th century, in my right eye I am seeing the present, in my left ear I hear the 14th century, and my right ear can hear the future, some 5000 years from now, and my middle ear is, as usual, hearing the present.
Nova: [with fuzz effect] Why have you applied for this job, what makes you think you could be a leader in this industry?
Maggie: Clearly, these pigs need better breath. So the most reasonable thing to do is to present them with mints.
Maggie: [high pitched] Pigmint.
Nova: Piglet Mint!
Nova: [with fuzz effect] Kerrington Woods, would you hire..this?
Kerrington: I don't know Dr. Pennington, I think uh, we really....
Maggie: [laughs] Would you hire *this*? I like how I don't even have a noun. [laughs, does a mock regal voice] Would you hire this magpie, honorable Margaret Pie?
Kerrington: The honorable Margaret Pie is speaking next to me right now. I would not hire this, because I have already done so.
Stephanie: [on location] Zucchinis are vegetables I believe.
Kerrington: Most zucchinis self-identify as vegetables.
Stephanie: Well, you're gonna have to talk to a lot of zucchinis to make that claim. But I support any zucchini that does wants to be part of a doughnut combination, regardless of expression and identity.
In the foreground:
Maggie [high pitched]: Pigmint.
Nova: Piglet Mint!
Maggie [high pitched]: Pigmint.
Nova: Piglet Mint!
Maggie [high pitched]: Pigmint.
Nova: Piglet Mint!
In the background:
Computerized Voice: [singing]
Mr. Xorfus
instead of a heart
he has a hoofbeat.
[Sytnthesizer music fades out. Gloomy dirge-like music fades in.]
The Central Insomniac: This is The Central Insomniac. The relentless pursuit of sleep is exhilarating! You learn to see in the dark! And what you see is nothing! A great darkness that turns all the lights on in your head, all the engines, all the vitality! You are not alone glowing profusely across the long expanse of night! You are a limitless citizen, you are not participant in discipline. You're a limitless citizen, you're not participant in discipline.
Kerrington: We are tempronauts. Intrepid explorers of the intricate past and future.
Nova: This section needs major surgery.
[Gloomy dirge-like music fades out. Dreamy ambient music fades in.]
Kerrington: Go deep, go far, go weird.
Maggie: Like lasagna.
Kerrington: Go deep, go far, go weird.
Maggie: Like lasagna.
Kerrington: Go deep, go far, go weird.
Maggie: “We were looking for reality but we couldn't find it. We couldn't find reality. We've tried everything. So we decided, let's get rid of reality altogether. Any version of it is passé. Let's not be restraint by the concept of it any longer. Reality is unknown! A myth! There's no such thing! Let's alter it. I am the inventor of reality!”
Kerrington: Reality is available only to our paying customers!
C.C. Sims: “Life can only be understood backwards, but must be lived forwards” – Søren Kierkegaard
[A space rooster crows “cock-a-doodle-doo,” music changes to upbeat space music.]
Kerrington: Oh look, there's our first caller.
[Phone rings]
Kerrington: Ok caller, you're on the air.
Caller #1: [a stream of high pitched nonsense]
Kerrington: The answer is 42. Next caller, you're on the air.
Caller #2: [glitchy and disjointed voice] I was thinking that perhaps, you wxczxcipocxconsodn as good as you thought. Is that correct?
Kerrington: That is correct. Next caller, you're on the air.
Caller #3: I can't seem to find the Bob that used to use the wooden knob.
Kerrington: The answer is 42. All right. Next caller here on “How Many This Does This.“
Caller #4: Kerrington Woods, I’ve been trying to get through for four days and now that I have, I need to know this important question's answered.
Kerrington: Well, the answer is you've been waiting for four days. Okay, next caller.
Caller #4: Wait a minute I’m not done, I need to know about your toenails. Goodbye.
Kerrington: Hello. Who am I speaking to?
Caller #5: I believe in continuing the last caller’s remarks.
Nova: Nonsensciousness!
C.C. Sims: We've reached the end of the show, we've reached its essence.
Now the mind has been adjourned
while the radio tape churns
in that vacated space that burns for presence
Nova: Everyone wake up. The show is over.
C.C. Sims: You've been listening to Wait Wait Don't Teleport Me on listener-supported IFM2 Subspace Radio, also broadcasting on WETH on Earth, KMNP on the moon, and AFZ1 on Armulus 2. We're streaming on the hypernet, portable radios, and inside every government computer at Hertzos frequency 1077. Until next time, go deep, go far, go weird. Sleep well.
[Dramatic orchestral music]
C.C. Sims: Next time, on Wait Wait Don't Teleport Me.
Maggie: You think I don't remember the way you treated the red-legged frogs?
Kerrington: That was a long time ago, Margaret.
Maggie: I won't stand for this. The potatoes will outgrow the soil, the toads will never be able to get past that mountains of tubers!
Kerrington: You weren't there when—
Nova: Magfly, I'm looking you in the eye. And I never want to stop. Please listen to us.
Maggie: How will the toads get back to the frog palace? There's too many obstacles!
Kerrington: I taught you everything you need to know about the game Frogger!
Nova: You've touched me in all the layers of my lasagna, Margaret. Listen. Sometimes we have to keep things in unreality. Sometimes reality is over.
Maggie: It's not over yet.
[Dramatic orchestral music fades out. Don't Teleport Me theme plays softly over the credits.]
Credits: Wait Wait Don't Teleport Me, a Solutions To Problems miniseries, was created, produced, and musically scored by Michael F. Gill. The written sections were by Michael F. Gill, with everything else improvised by the actors. The theme song was composed by Thomas Dwyer, with lyrics and arrangement by Michael. This episode features Suzanne O'Toole as The Honorable Margaret Fly, April March as Dr. Nova Lasagna Pennington, Susanna Kittredge as C.C. Sims, Catherine Martin as Catherine Mckey, and Michael F. Gill as Kerrington Woods and Michael Frederick. The voice of Mr. Xorfus is Ron Prudent. The voice of Loaf is Nathan Comstock. The voice of Frankie is Valerie Loveland. You also heard the voices of Austin Hendricks, Nathan Comstock, Chloe Cunha, Ramy Abdelghani, and Ron Prudent in the skits and sketches. Additional vocals in this episode by Stephanie Raymond. You can visit us online at www.stppodcast.com, which has full transcripts, as well as links on how you can support us through PayPal or Radiopublic. Season 3 of Solutions To Problems will be released this winter. We'll see you soon!