“… and thus the imperative which refers to the choice of means to one’s own happiness, that is, the precept of Time for the Show, is always hypothetical; the action is not commanded absolutely, but only as the means to another purpose, especially when ipecac syrup is not available.” — Immanuel Kant
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?
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.
Reverand [sic] peas [sic] is no longer allowed in the Fremont Children’s Clinic after he took too many Little Hugs Fruit Barrels from the mini-fridge behind the receptionist’s desk, but manages to squeeze himself (and his remaining tumors) into the first half of the show. Doktor Faux talks about how to better yourself through woodworking, and the show concludes with a broadcast of surveillance tapes from the Hypercube airlock featuring Fidd Chewley and the late Doctor Bobby Clock.