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Come join Patrick for some laughs and we will go over all reports of the happenings from NYC at Rodney's comedy club with the convergence of the four fathers of the Dabbleverse.

Patrick's been out of town, and sick, and you haven't gotten the members only fix you deserve. Let's fix that tonight, you filthy animals!

It's Friday and that's good enough for me! Come hang out and see where our adventures take us on the last weekend before half of the Dabbleverse heads off to Atlantic City for some shenanigans!

At midnight, the old hallway whispered my name. I followed the sound to the attic, where dust floated like pale stars. In a cracked mirror, I saw myself standing behind me, smiling. My reflection raised a finger to its lips. Then the lights went out, and cold hands gripped my shoulders. In the darkness, I realized the house had finally remembered who died there.

Don't tell your friends. They don't want none of this.

Don't tell your friends. They don't want none of this.

Alas, poor heart, why beat’st thou thus in vain,
As though thy sound could summon bygone hours?
The past lies mute, a tomb no tear may wake,
And yet I knock, a fool at memory’s gate.
Hope doth still dress itself in tatter’d faith,
And bids me trust tomorrow’s borrowed light.
If I must walk, then let me walk awake,
Not dreaming crowns where only dust may sit.