The Wordle Friends converge yet again to tangle together the threads of luck and skill, until a single victor remains, panting and misted with blood atop the sacraficial pyramid, wondering if he owes his victory (and his life) to his own two hands or those countless ones of the gods. Also, Sonic the Hedgehog is briefly discussed.
A clean slate, a fresh start, a crisp, autumn morning -- what more could the Wordle Friends ask for?
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For the Wordle Friends, a lot of time making this show just feels like sitting there waiting. Once the episode is cut down to...