| 00:00 - 00:03 | This neural network bye-planner was designed by Moreira. |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | It is best for your team... |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | ...to trade in Bewley and Dylan Clarke. |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | And wait to trade the Carlton captain back in, after his bye. |
| 00:12 - 00:16 | You avoid donuts. And you can trade sidekick Walsh straight back in now. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | At least Brayshaw is gone now. |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | Show me the Melbourne Collingwood replay. |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | My Feuhrer... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | The Demon... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | The Demon played on-ball and scored 129. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | He was the game's top scoring mid. |
| 00:53 - 00:59 | If you didn't trade out that bum, or the Captain - of Carlton - Cripps. Leave now. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | You said Brayshaw was a trade! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | You half-mute stiff-necks said to trade! |
| 01:18 - 01:24 | I sit here, going mad. Stonewalled and passive-aggressively bullied by you. |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | Oh man what a month I endured with that spud. |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | But every day I said to hold! |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | It would've been more fun to rim-job the entire SS. |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | He played as if the ball was infected with AIDS! |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | Fumbling and bumbling like a fucking trainee boundary umpire! |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | My Feuhrer it is not politically correct to shame umpires. |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Dickhead, fuck umpires! I have more faith in ASADA. |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | My Feuhrer. Judge your rank after the byes! |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Put this neural network nonsense in the nearest bin. |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | And sack Moreira. |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | "The Traders vouch for Moreira" you said. |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | Every new Traders podcast I hear does my head in more. |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | You'd get better fantasy insight from the flies buzzing around my bins. |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Yeah! And how long must I be tearing my hair out over Heeney? |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | I could be dead when Horse cuts this tanking shite, and makes him fulltime mid. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | He's hot, you need to promote that surfer boy thing hard. |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | Put Goldilocks in the mids and that club has a higher gay fanbase than Rockliff! |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | And Ziebell my favourite son. |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Forced to clone De Goey. Then Scott finally shows him respect. |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | Career best form, in the mids. |
| 02:40 - 02:42 | I get him in. |
| 02:42 - 02:48 | And for that split embryo's last game in charge, he plays him deeper than the fucking cheersquad. |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | I rage trade my homeboy and you vultures say all of nothing. |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | I got rid of my favourite son. |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | And now I am to purchase the villain Dylan Clarke. |
| 03:00 - 03:03 | So I can be reminded he tagged the captain of the Blues! |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Don't worry. Lockout will be lifted soon. |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | My bench is all injured or dropped. |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | I'd rather be a fucking subsidised onion farmer than play this stupid game. |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | It's over. |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | A trick could save us. |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | The fantasy website was clearly designed by third world beggars lucky to earn $5 an hour. |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | Hack it, or the shitty mobile app. |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Change the scores. |
