 I found his dead body in med bed. That's all I have. That's all the information I have. Booyah. It's Chris. Fuck. It's not me. Why would I suffer for that? That's a 2019 shit. Cause you're eating a tuna fucking sandwich with garden fresh tomatoes. You're eating a tuna sandwich at fucking 10 30 at night? Has anybody had their dishwasher not drain and it smells like cum? No. What does cum smell like Ethan? Cum smells like cum! Bro, I don't think I've ever... He's not eating tuna. You've never smelled cum in your life? Cum has a distinct smell. Ethan, eat better. Eat better food. Eat better. Eat better. You're a tuna toast. Ethan, your cum smells weird. Wait, no, hold up. Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. Ethan, you're in the middle and you're being Eiffel towered by Satan and Jesus. Where is Satan and Jesus? Where are you putting them? As Jesus is behind you or in front of you, it's right behind you or in front of you. What's up? That is a good question. If I just think of it immediately, Satan is behind. Jesus would like pet your hair and tell you you're doing a great job. Yeah, I feel like Jesus would like put his hand under my chin and like lift my chin up. Oh, common chin? Okay. Are we still talking about cum? Yeah, I'm gonna prove you all wrong. I posted a poll on Twitter about the smell of cum. Ethan, why? Because I want to be right. Are these trees in Melbourne Australia? Yes, they're these trees in my neighborhood. Cum trees, yes! Chat being like, how does he know? How does he know? Fuck off. So guys, I just want to say that Twitter overwhelmingly believes in me about the cum smell. Ethan, we know it has to smell. I'm just saying, everybody was like, cum doesn't smell like anything. Yes, it does. The one that my dad decides to watch my stream, Ethan. Hey, dad, what does your cum smell like? No! Jesus Christ! No more cum talk. We're gone. We're done. No more cum, all right? Until next time. Hi, Sammy. You're not gonna kill me, right? Hey, man, no. Although if I wasn't posture, I probably should after all that talk. It's not me. I hope you understand. I understand. It's not me, though, but if it was, I hope you understand. I understand. No, and I would. I would. There was too much. What the heck? Wow. Wow. Unbelievable. He deserved it. It's fine. I'm kind of glad Ethan is gone because he got my chat on the topic of fried cum, so... How bad are you? Guys, I want to apologize for my commentary. I want you to know what will happen. I mean, you're coming, Barry. Okay, you're the one who said it, Chris. Hydrate or die straight? Am I right? Oh, no. I'm gonna have to report you because you're gay. Did I say banth? I think it's a banth. It was blizz. That was a good one. We know it was blizz. That was a good day, so I'm with the hell. Maddie! Why man was the first? Ethan, if you kill me right now, I would never say anything dumb ever again. That's not true, banth. No, no, no. Even if I was imposter, it wouldn't happen. Okay, if you kill me right now, I'll forego sex for the next 20 years. You've already done that. Ethan! You're not gonna stop. No, no, no. He had it coming. He had it coming. We can't start the come talk again. We've reached our come quota. It was outside of two, I didn't see anybody else around. Wait, what's that food and full of cum? Am I right, Ethan? Yeah, exactly. Yeah, I'll go with you. Okay, I left Sammy for five whole seconds. Are you kidding? The only people I saw in the area was Ethan and Laurel, but I'm pretty sure whoever did this kill vented out. I didn't see anybody. I went up to reactor or whatever it is. Yeah, you were coming down as I reported. Wait, left. Left. I have an idea. Just hear me out here. Julian's been hard sus on me. And Ethan, you've been awfully quiet. And I think it's you and Julian. Ethan, who do you think it is? It's not Ethan or Julian. I don't like the way that Vant has been doing this. My mistake is you get four votes last round. And like, why are you starting shit again? Because it's not me. Young and naive, baby. Young and naive. There is nothing personal. There's no way, bro. Oh, I do this talk. There's no shot. Come on here. I have this book that someone sent me. That someone sent me called Natural Harvest. It's a collection of semen-based recipes. What is it replacing? Is it replacing chicken broth? Is it replacing? Is it replacing? I think it's adding. Okay, interesting. I think it's supposed to help with flavor profiles. I don't think it would, though. I don't know what the flavor profile is. The flavor profile is cum. And I don't think it would be good. Here's an almost white Russian. The cocktail was revitalized by... Did you want the recipe? Did I want the... Wait, sorry. What was this for? Okay, so it's called an almost white Russian. It says the cocktail was revitalized by this film in the big Lebowski. You had two ounces of vodka. What? Oh, I thought you were going to kill me. I was just preemptively screaming. No, I wouldn't. Okay, hello. I just saw Ethan say, I wouldn't kill you to Greg and then kill Greg. Greg goes, would you kill me? And Ethan goes, no, I wouldn't. And then kills him. I just don't see that happening, Laurel, because when I walked up, the body was there. His little fucking legs were flying. His cheeks were loud. Am I... How would you know they're loud? Because I saw them flapping in the god damn wind! Well... B.R.B. Julian's got this in the bag. Julian, why when you were on the right reactor did you decide to come to the left one when I was holding down left reactor though? Mattie, did you confirm were you actually putting your hand on it? Pussy? What the fuck? What the fuck? Fucking ass. What the fuck? What the fuck? Pussy. Mattie put his hand on it. I'm so sorry, my guy. We're literally all five. I know. I'm not telling you I wrote it full, but I think it's very obvious who it is. Whatever you gotta vote for, just click the button. What? It's a ghost. Somebody's not doing their task. Ghost! Do your task! Do-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo! Fuck! I just want everyone to remember that no one listened to B.A.N.T. and B.A.N.T. was right. Yeah, B.A.N.T. was right. Listened. Literally no one.