canon is The Thrilling Adventure Hour why does no one else play from this

[im_fromearth]

Okay, yeah, nnnno. Subsection 17 Paragraph 34 of the Mars Civic Code specifically forbids draggin' folks outta their respective planes of reality, whether it be fer scientific, religious, or entertainment purposes. Do you even have a permit to be usin' this here... cross-canon reality nexus thingamawhatsit?

I am gonna go out on a limb here and guess that you... do not.

[he pinches the bridge of his nose] Look, no, I get it, I do. You like me! Everybody likes me, I'm super great and totally famous. And I guess I am kinda the main character of the podcast, even if those two martini-chuggin' mediums are more popular. Slightly. Not even that much more, I reckon.

But look: I'm Sparks Nevada! Marshall on Mars. And I'm from Earth. I'm kind of a big deal back home, okay? Billy the Bot's gonna be raisin' all kindsa hell back on Mars if I ain't there to stop him, and I will bet you any amount of money that in the time since we started this here conversation some Science Alien went and tried to turn Mars into a giant marshmallow.

[...] Or- or Marsmallow. Am I right? Heh heh heh. Man, I'm hilarious.

Anyway. Got Marshall stuff to be doin'. By the authority vested in me by this here badge, I DEMAND that you send me back to my proper planet and audio format immediately.

[...]

Please?

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[thattimeabeegotin]

I heard someone say martini!

And that's all I heard.

[im_fromearth]

Why am I not surprised? [because the doyles]

Don't you and your lady have some ghosts to be busting? And by ghosts I mean booze and by busting, I mean guzzling.

[thattimeabeegotin]

We do and I am! Constantly and concurrently.

But seeing as my better half is on a ladies night bender with dear undead Donna Henderson..not exactly sure what a vampire bender entails, don't want to think about it...what say you tell me what the trouble is? I'm just drunk enough not to care that you might tell me.

...wait just a gin soaked moment. Mention of Mars...some sort of "cow poking" get up... Are you that Cactoid Jim?

[im_fromearth]

Ugh. [THAT GUY AGAIN] No, I ain't Cactoid Jim. I'm Sparks Nevada! You know, Marshall on Mars? Robot fists, rocket steed, rightin' the outlaw wrongs? I can- I can sing the song. If you want.

[thattimeabeegotin]

Oh.

~That sadly absent Cactoid Jim.~

I don't think singing is necessary. Ever. Additionally most conversation. Usually. But as the young woman who is taking my dictations is inexplicably fond of you, I am uncharacteristically inclined to continue this one. And more characteristically inclined to suggest that whatever your troubles might be, there's nothing a stiff drink won't improve on.

[im_fromearth]

On that note, you and I are in perfect agreement. Unfortunately, no drinkin' on the job. Marshall code. Can't afford to be hammered off my space-gourd if some robo-rustler crashes through this here fourth wall. [which in his life is actually pretty likely let's be honest]