Fidd Chewley activates the Pylon Network and learns how to engineer the show LIVE. Reverand [sic] peas [sic] joins Doktor Faux in reveling in how accomplished they feel, despite the year’s shortcomings. It’s a CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!
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.
Doktor Faux is alone in the studio, and his downward mental spiral is documented in real-time. Sanity draining, Faux attempts to appeal to the Showciety before ending up ranting about Skinwalker Ranch. Faux considers becoming an e-girl before Doktor Cosmac shows up to wrestle Faux through the rest of the show. Faux apologizes at the end.
