This week’s pennjillette is Reverend Couchsloth, who joins in the second half of the show to confirm Fidd’s spiritual diagnosis. Reverand [sic] peas [sic] can’t seem to stop talking about how tort reform will affect NASA. Doktor Faux blows bubbles into the microphone in an attempt to appeal to our five-to-nine-year-old demographic. Fidd looks into the show code and discovers that robot nipples are programmed to twist themselves. The unacceptable truth that the End Times of every religion have ALREADY HAPPENED on the SAME DATE IN THE PAST is revealed. All listeners to this episode will have the overdue balances Blockbuster accounts WIPED CLEAN. You’re welcome.
Potassium chloride does not prevent erections.
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.
