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.
Doktor Faux unveils a show designed by the Hypercube Labs Artificial Stupidity algorithm “SHOWROGAN”. The showbois come out swinging and take on the computerized show-notes full of what it believes YOU wanted! Fidd asks peas about his week, peas responds with a gripe from Discworld. The guys read letters from a computer that obviously isn’t listening to the show correctly, make a quick quip about video-game real-estate, and who should get the first shot at Martha Stewarts drapes.
