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On this special penultimate episode of season 1, BOMT stopped on the way to a galaxy that would have been amazing, and could have supplied the best programming of the series, and possibly could have been the best podcast ever made.

But the most spectacular episode of a podcast was never realised since BOMT just stopped, in the dead coldness of space, to ponder the question: “Why is this episode being labelled as ‘the penultimate episode’?”

BOMT asked, “Why be so fucking pretentious and call it the ‘penultimate’? Couldn’t we just call it the ‘next to last’ or ‘the second to last’ or even ‘the not quite the last episode’?” BOMT theorised, “Podcast listeners are going to expect something special and, when they listen to this crap, will be deeply disappointed. “

BOMT decided that calling this episode the ‘penultimate’ is cheesy, cheap, and refused to go along with such crap. BOMT just stood still in deep space and refused to participate in collecting material of such crass dross.

Due to the fact that BOMT stopped transmitting, the producers were forced to use rejected material and outtakes that were deemed too inferior for other episodes.

Be prepared to open your heart and donate lots of money to stop Louisiana Delta Blues Syndrome and be warned: Insert your anus into casual conversations, check yourself into ‘The Stewpid Clinic’, and buy the latest in designer flatulence products: The New Improved Anal Symphony

After a tale awarded not the most moving and inspiring tale of the year as not voted by over three million subscribers, we feature the not life changing, extremely not poignant, not Dutch Love Story. Finally, off to The Senior Citizen Games as Britain competes for the gold in the droopiest ball sack and saggiest tits category.