Faux threatens the Canadian government, peas complies. Peas gets robbed, but does NOT get a monkey out of it.
You are going to SHIT YOUR FACE when you hear this episode. This week’s magic phrase is “Nariff Nariff Barungaroo”. Doktor/Engineer/Doktor Faux is running the show from Hypercube HQ all by his lonesome while Fidd Chewley calls in from Tampa and Reverand [sic] peas [sic] calls in from his desert hidey-hole. The hosts attempt to play a new game, “That’s Racist”, but peas has to be a crybaby about the rules, so the game is abandoned in favor of the tried-and-true game, “Is It a Band”. The militantism of tennis ball-boys and executive chefs is explained. Fidd Chewley wins the Kenny Floyd Memorial Award for most drunken podcruster. The entire second hour of the show is spent speculating on what kind of dress what’s-her-tits is going to wear to the royal wedding.
The boys read a letter about earthworm listening habits. After the weekly rhetoric of negativity, they play a round of Rather Wringers involving body odor, search histories and being funny in Mesa, Arizona. The show closes with Proving Grounds with headlines involving Italian anarchists, killer comedians and California Highway Patrol.
