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Robare is back. Figured you should all learn that up front, and not bury it deep down in the description. Fortunately, wherever Robare travels, laughter ensues, and this time it's not one, not five, but six questions for a holiday installment of Hypothetically Speaking, Of Course. An extra question means extra holiday merriment, and we've jam-packed this episode with popcorn, giant cruise ships, contraband cookies, duct taped nutcrackers - and then it starts getting weird. Also, Your Friend Frosty learns why the human heart should remain inside the body, the censor button gets a workout, and Whiskey reveals your long-awaited answers to the latest Whiskey Asks. Bring on the lights, and the fruitcake. You're gonna need 'em both.

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Nature is scary. Your Friend Frosty has made this point before again and again. But now, at long last, he has data to back it up. First, a jaunt to the magical land of Britain, where a garden full of the most horrible things you can imagine (namely toxin-spewing, organ-liquifying, death-inducing plants) grow merrily for all to see through a shiny new hazmat suit. Then, your bartender Mike Whiskey travels all over the globe to make Frosty squirm uncomfortably with twenty of the world's most dangerous plants - and some may or may not be real. The ones that aren't will shock you. The ones that are...well, consider yourself warned. Also, Christmas is here! That's always a reason to panic.

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It had to happen eventually. Both your plucky podcasting hosts have cracked. Your Friend Frosty takes us all the way back to the long-forgotten time known as the 1950s, where some naughty Brits literally cooked up a wicked scheme that shook the foundation of sanity, sensibility, and suppertime. Also pasta. Dragging Mike Whiskey along for the ride, Frosty is here to educate you all on the great Spaghetti Tree Hoax, brought to us by British television, and then to make matters worse, to drive us forward into a world where ice cream, red gummi candy, and even pulverized clams are somehow found in the wild and can be captured, reigned in, and made into dinner. We've gone back, folks, but trust me - it only gets weirder.