A spiritual healing call goes sideways when someone starts Mongolian throat singing and drumming in a basement while two Canadian men try to sell their service. The speaker's colleague Marco watches the chaos unfold, kettle and all, leaving everyone wondering if it was a prank.
So this guy starts throat singing. I'm the my eye. At that, and the guy's fucking beaten two white guys in the basement, right? These two guys from Canada, and they were selling this spiritual healing thing, and I was gonna teach them any PQ. They go, "Okay, we just need to sit over a cup of tea and do this." I said, "Okay, what's that in the background? Is that a kettle?" I go, "Yeah." I go, "Put the fucking kettle on." Then from there, they said they needed to chant over it. It's me and Marco on the call. I love that. And so this guy starts throat singing. I'm the my eye. At that, and the guy's fucking beaten. Beating a drum. There's two white guys in the basement, right? And I have to take my camera off because I'm losing it. And Marco's sitting there going, "Hi." He's just into it. He spent like twenty minutes chanting and talking shit. They still didn't move forward. I don't know if they were fucking trolling us, but either either way.
