Ali Terai and the hosts riff on a badly placed microphone with crude jokes and absurdist banter about pricing dead guys. It's pure comedy with no business content, just rapid-fire teasing and repeated lines for laughs.
I like where the— I like where Mike's microphone is.
You guys speak into your crotch.
You put the microphone so low, there's no way that you guys speak. Unfortunately, I'm very acrobatic.
Oh my God, Mike, that's so great that you're that— you got to stick your face down like that to talk. Okay, it's excellent. That was great. I wish we were filming. $50 per dead guy or $75 on dual death events.
These all seem fake.
Yeah, two are actually legit. I know, is that crazy? Mike, do you want to be the first? You want to be the last? It's your choice.
We'll save the best for last.
Come on, speak closer to your balls. I couldn't hear you.
That's a good one. That's a good one.
