In which the Goblins take an even deeper dive into Midwestern life and reflect on the lure of tornados, being slicker than a boiled onion and fine as frog hairs, going golfing using hail, marking yer territory with some milk crates, nasty and gross summers, to divide or not to divide the Midwest, and the ongoing appreciation of Missouri (not really). Be mindful of the barking spider, demons.

Intro/Outro: North Oakland Extasy by Squadda B

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