Doktor Faux introduces peas to Quarantainment™ and grills him about his debts to society. Faux and peas debate the Olympics, promote Triology Soaps as PPE and peas regails us with military tales before arguing about how to properly shoot fish in a barrel. Peas cries about being blocked by R Crumb. Scalpod discusses true friendship. The gang plays the first round of Truthache, peas argues for clean sinuses and Faux reviews “Richard Jewell”.
Dok Faux begins to implement the mythological “show formula” and the show transforms drastically. Reverand peas takes the wheel as Faux navigates the jagged river o’ comedy. Steven Tyler is ugly. Peas was once an indentured servant to Tony Robbins. Faux doesn’t trust magicians, or libertarians. Trenchie chimes in.
NEXT WEEK’S SHOW NOTES: peas comes right outta the gate spewing racist filth about the Irish. The hosts quickly turn the show into an encounter group and attempt to bring peas to the light by showing him the virulence of his hateful ways. Although the intervention was unsuccessful, the hosts got peas to cry, so this one’s going in the books as a Pyrrhic victory. Fidd & Faux order a pizza and silently eat it while peas wishes upon a dandelion. They do the god-damned Blind Eye, the god-damned Is It a Band, the obligatory Crack the Sky — all the usual bullshit — but a new bit is introduced: Ask peas (I mean, that’s not the name of the bit; I’m telling you to ask peas if you want to know), and Scalpod serves a heapin’ helpin’ of his prototype game, which leads Fidd to making disparaging statements of the viewers’ attention spans. peas, as usual, apologizes for the show’s events at the end, thereby wiping the residual shit from the baby butt that is this show. Happy fuckin’ birthday.