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.
me and my dad make models of clipper ships
i like clipper ships because they are fast
clipper ships sail in the ocean
clipper ships never sail in rivers or lakes
clipper ships have lots of sails and are made out of wood
In the last live broadcast for 2019, Doktor Faux invites Fidd Chewley into the studio to hash-out any outstanding beefs between them. Reverand peas introduces the show and takes on a historical review of how the show started before mediating between the two over a discussion of professional courtesy, context and feelings. The show devolves into mud-slinging as the two come to realize that the partnership has completely dissolved before Fidd ultimately walks out of the studio. There are no resolutions or compromises. This ended up being a gigantic waste of time.
