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Welcome to this week's Mini-Sode of Rod and Mango. I'm your host Stephanie Sue, and

today we're talking about the FBI agent. He had hesitantly walked through the warehouse

store. I mean, everything looked worse than he thought. He was expecting some grime,

some durch, some coldness, but there were no windows in this big warehouse room. It was

essentially a giant concrete block. There was some natural light coming from the skylights,

but really nothing. The walls though. This is the part that would have made anybody, except

for this seasoned FBI agent sh-t, their pants. This is the part where you would have gags,

ran out the door, screaming for Jesus and your mom. It would have been bad. On the walls,

there were rows and rows, shelves upon shelves of decapitated heads. Some of them, with

rotting flesh, still stuck to them. Some of them with their eyeballs still in. Some of

them were completely skeletonized, just displayed for the whole world to see whoever walked

in. It wasn't hidden in a vault or a safe- it's just right there. Lined up on these shelves.

Real? Yes. The FBI agent walked cautiously into the kitchen of the warehouse, which was

in the back, and he heard the noise, and that's where he saw it. The man barefoot with a

giant apron on, cooking a skull in a giant pot. But here's the catch. At least you're

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