--AND A DOUGHTY DOLLOP OF DOUBLE DAMNATION to those who dare to mock "Aunt Bertha's" bromides. The great Phineas Narco provided telling edits from some of the Children's Bible Hour (not affiliated with the Slackless Children's Dinosaur Fund) broadcasts back in the day. What Day? The Day that preceded the Night, the Endless Night in which we now live. Kids, if we've said it once we've said it six hundred and sixty-six times: Don't Mess With The Occult. No, really. You can't win. The odds are not in your favor. The House always collects. Look at Faust. Look at the late (Demon-chewed) Julian Karswell. And look at the poor, suffering, wispy, drifting, semi-transparent Ghost of the once-live Ask Dr. Hal! Show, doomed to perpetual torment in Adamantine Chains and Penal Fire. But, meanwhile, there is a distant sawing, a tapping... close by, many furtive, clandestine hands are secretly setting up... wait for it... The New Studio. Yes, THAT New Studio. Soon, if we get our sealed orders from Washington, there will be... new shows? The Future is an unknowable landscape, Etherettes and Rocket Rookies.