Trouble Comes Knocking

And all you fairweather watchers, watch out and beware.

When your trouble comes knocking, I hope you ain't there.

Oxenfree is, is bleeding out on the ground.

A part of his throat looks really weird.

I want a mole in that group.

Something's up.

[singing] And out of the purple woods From a season in Hell Of the human dawn There was nothing left And all you fair-weather watchers Watch out and beware When your trouble comes knocking I hope you ain't there

I want your money But your money ain't right So I'm packing it in I stay at home every night And all you fair weather watchers, watch out and beware.

When your trouble comes knocking, I hope you ain't there.

Okay, so all of you in the play area at the back of King Torino's Children's Refuge see a tall, emaciated man with bolt cutters who pointed towards you, who kind of let out a yawp and seemed to recognize you, and then a black bear charged in.

In that briefest moment, everyone, just everyone make a sand roll.

It's hurting him as he's kind of laughing, just this absolutely mad laughter.

Out of the purple woods...

From a season in hell Of the human dawn There was nothing left And all you fair weather watchers Watch out and beware When your trouble comes knocking

I want your money But your money ain't right So I'm packing it in I'm staying home every night And all you fair weather watchers, watch out and beware.

When your trouble comes knocking, I hope you ain't.

The four of you are seated, two in each car, so there's two different cars.

These kind of large, black, unmarked SUVs, courtesy of Pizzarelli, a.k.a. courtesy of the program.

That's a bear.

And

out of the purple woods, From a season in hell Of the human dawn There was nothing left And all you fair weather watchers Watch out and beware When your trouble comes knocking

Watch out and beware.

When your trouble comes knocking, I hope you ain't there.

Gwydion and Oxenfree, you are both in Gwydion's truck.

You're hurt, cut up, battered, bit as well by therapy dogs.

Yeah, Peter doesn't give a shit.

Like, track me all the way down, whatever.

Out of the purple woods From a season in hell Of the human dawn There was nothing left And all you fair weather watchers Watch out and beware When your trouble comes knocking