Who would win: one steroider, or one crackboi?? This question has plagued self-appointed dipshits since times pseudo-memorial, measured on the scale of DOZENS OF HOURS AGO, but this week’s pennjillette, HMFIC Doc Ellis, breaks it all THE FUCK DOWN for y’all’s. You think you’re sexy enough to listen to this episode? You’re probably right — IT’S THAT BAD!! This is the first intentionally un-lost, surprise/regularly-scheduled episode in cerebro-apocalyptic history! Because Reverand [sic] peas [sic] didn’t show up until mere minutes before the scheduled end of the show, we continued for A WHOLE EXTRA HOUR — mostly just to allow peas to offer his Blind Eye submission and the fan-favorite: peas apologizes to everyone for everything ever. Uninitiated viewers are hereby admonished to approach this episode in a mature manner, not succumbing to the temptations of low-hanging toilet humor and cultish sophistry.
The HyperCOMM is blown-into billions of microfragments after exploding during the SubGenius X-Day broadcasting bonanza. Dok Faux is able to patch Reverand peas in to the Showboard, which results in one of the finest moments in comedy history. Peas attempts to host the show solo for about 90 minutes, as Doktor Faux cackles in the background (unheard by peas). Doktor Trench fixes everything then hosts one of the last games Is It a Band?
After Doktor Faux wrings out his towel, he decides to jump on the next freight-train out of Hypercube and takes a night off. This leaves the HyperCOMM in complete anarchy as Elvis Martini and Dok Ellis hijack the feed and throw a huge internet party full of bad connections, reverb, dropped calls and cheap audio equipment. It’s an ORGY of SLACK as Time for the Show is mutated into a complete free-for-all featuring all your HyperCOMM favorites such as Lord Ferg, Cosmac, Scalpod, Marthartha, Agent Lloyd and a rotating cast of callers attempt to save the Show from itself.
