Excuse Our Space Dust
Posted by MR Central Command on 04 Aug 2008 | Tagged as: Generalator
It seems that in upgrading the software for this glorious website, things become a bit broken. No podcasts can be attached to these posts, which means no new episodes can currently be posted.
Rest assured, there are podcasts to be posted. We just can’t do it! We will get this fixed as soon as possible. And when we say “get this fixed,” we mean we’ll wait around until someone makes a fix and we can implement it.
Hugs and kisses, minus the kisses,
Mustache Rangers Central Command
Please, good sirs, I beg of you: find a solution forthwith! I didn’t want to bring this up before, for fear of being a burden, but I must tell you now that I…well, I will die without more Mustache Rangers episodes. I have a rare condition, very rare, called…Mustachio…rangerrrino…*mumbleumble*-itis. The doctors told me when I was very young, only a fetus, that if I went more than a few weeks without a mustache-related comedy-adventure improvisational podcast, I would suffocate from asphyxiation and stop breathing. And then I would die, because I also have a rare condition by which I must breathe to live. So, I implore you, please don’t let me die. No pressure. I understand you’re doing your best to wait for the problem to be fixed. I’m just saying…my death will be your fault. Anyway, looking forward to new eps soon. Cheers! (cough cough)
M. McCloud
Dear sir with an improbable name,
Your death is an acceptable loss. Say hello to the Great Mustache for us.
- Mustache Rangers Central Command
Curse you, Mustache Rangers! Your clever little ruse will not stay my wrath. You will bring me the Podcasto-telegrammination next Monday, or I will vaporize, nay, atomize the very follicles from your chins! Both of them!
Chins? Dear professor, I believe you have us confused the the Bearded Rangers. Please feel free to exterminate them with our regards.
- Mustache Rangers Central Command