Argus Faux
Doktor Argus Q. Faux is an impatient asshole with a bad temper. He enjoys trash-talking children in free-to-play games and uploading footage of his birth to pornographic websites. When not engineering TFTS, he can usually be found crying on the bathroom floor and contemplating the use of MSG as a dietary supplement.
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Time for the Show 1×50: A Very Brady New Year’s Eve

Posted on Author Fidd Chewley

It’s the New Year’s Eve episode of a podcast, which means you already know it’s going to suck and the hosts will get wasted, HOWEVER COMMA business still gets done, yo. Dok Cosmac is in the studio to join the hosts for the final Is It a Band game of the season, after which an ultimate champ is crowned and the season’s statistics are released by Judge Scalpod. After stumbling through the Blind Eye and viewer mail segments, peas apologizes for the episode and 2018 in general. With the final show of the year in the can, Fidd & Faux pack the entire season in a truck and drive it into Yucca Mountain.
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Time for the Show 1×46: Chris

Posted on Author Argus Faux

After the previous show’s debacle Doktor Engineer Doktor Faux rebuilds the HyperCOMM voice-bridge just in time for the Show’s newest friend: Chris. Hailing from parts unknown, Chris enters the satellite studio in Las Vegas, Utah with peas and immediately begins challenging every authority on the show. After stealing the mic away from peas, Chris unleashes THREE (3) BLIND-EYES. Doktor Cosmac (COSMAC’S COMMANDOS) shows up to judge Is it a Band before viewer mails and voicemails are quickly overlooked and then a NEW GAME: Messiah or Pariah. The guys debate over Chuck E. Cheese’s position in society before Fidd tells a wholesome family story about the BALL PIT. Peas apologizes and everyone tells Chris how great he is.
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Blockflustered: The Fate of the Furious

Posted on Author Argus Faux

Now, I don’t know anything about cars other than that they run on gasoline and are easier to own than a horse. The only experience I’ve had racing EVER would be the time I ate three chili-cheese burritos on a road-trip and saw that the next exit was over 30 miles away. It turns out I out I am grossly overqualified for this movie.

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