Yurt

The episode before, We Don't Have Friends, We Have Family.

The episode before, Aye Yo, Girl, You Wanna See My Yurt? [laughs] The episode before, Fishing With Electricity.

Excellent.

Curb Stomping Wieners, the episode before.

My hair did not stand on end, regardless of what you've heard me quoted as saying.

Why should it have, when I already knew Yurt so well, considered him, in fact, one of my closest friends? The Zen was standing by a rock, one paw resting on it, ears cocked forward, its stubby hind legs braced ready to launch it into flight, big yellow eyes blinking unemotionally at the glare of the torch, and I cut down his brilliance with a twist of the polarizer lens.

The creature stared at me, looking ready to jump halfway to Mars or straight at me if I made a wrong move.

I addressed it in its own language, clucking my tongue and whistling through my teeth.

I am last of Zen, it said.

I said nothing.

I was studying it closely, looking for the features which Yurt had described to us.

The lighter red fur of arms and neck, the peculiar formation of flesh and horn of the lower abdomen.

[upbeat music] Coming up on this episode, Osnabrück produce a rollercoaster tifo for the ages, Turkish club Mersin Idman Yurdu's 14-year transfer ban ends, and Kyrgyzstan's Yurt Stadium opens in style.

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Before I read the notes to this, um, this episode, no, I did not know that.

Um, I'm kinda...

I'm kinda stunned that you've not said, "Yurt to know that," really.

But, uh-

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Yurt, yurt, yurt, yurt.

Oh, goodness.

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Yurt, yurt, yurt, yurt.

Yurt, yurt, yurt, yurt, yurt.

[laughs] Did you-

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And it is incredible up there.

There's a, there's a yurt up there.

I think it's called like St. Kevin's Yurt, something like that.

And just a big clear area where you can overlook.

You see the entire town of Leadville.