Egads. Before there was an Algore, Rod Serling totally throws himself on his sword for Gaia. I’m going to place this in the early ’70s, based on the cars and the doo. Especially notice around 6:38.
Stick to the weird, Rod. You do weird a lot better. To the cornfield! Or maybe there’s a deeper meaning. And you thought ManBearPig was painful to listen to:
Don’t burn your fingers on your million degree geothermal well, Al. I mean, that’s kinda hot. That was almost as painful as this:
Ow. It hurts, Dr. McCoy, it hurts! Agony! Agony! Beam me up!
He’s dead, Jim. It’s open thread time!
