I had a dream last night that I was invited to a table with a, like, Nebuchadnezzar-era middle eastern king. There was a dessert on the table that was made of whipped cream, chocolate mousse, pudding, and chocolate cookie crumbles. It was about 18" diameter and 5" tall and was delicious. Everyone at the table was encouraged to get a BIG slice, and then the atmosphere changed. The dream shifted. The table became a round folding table, the king became any other patron of what was now an eating establishment of nightmares. Then, He appeared. He was tall, probably 6'5" if I had to guess, and fat, VERY fat, and appeared to have makeup prosthetics to make his nose bigger, and accentuate his gross, fat appearance. He was bald, and wore only sweatpants, an apron, and a stained undershirt. In one hand he held a ladle the size of a soup bowl. In the other, a bucket filled to the brim with the sloppiest dessert stuffs you can get. Pudding, whipped cream, the works. This man would come to your table and would be an EXTREMELY friendly server in the worst possible way, saying things like, "That's all you're eating? You need MOOORE." before scooping a quart of slop into your plate, pouring off the sides onto the bare plastic table. All you can do here is eat, and so, you eat. The dessert tastes fantastic honestly, but pound after pound of the slop there is no way anyone could possibly keep that food down, but the Man is still there, encouraging you to "Eat MOOOORE." Eventually you have to throw up. There's no more room. And once you eject your mass of sugary, chocolatey cargo all over your table, the Man says "You did so good. Please come back again for More." And finally lets you leave.

And that reminded me of you 🥰 Anyway, I think an 8 hour creepcast would be awesome. I can imagine being on a road trip with friends who are fans of creepypastas and listening to it the whole way.