This episode goes completely off the rails when Jeremy casually reveals he’s been recording smut and somehow thinks this is a normal, scalable business idea.

What follows is a deranged brainstorm involving anonymous submissions, monetising filth, whether you can sell erotica for the price of a Snickers, and the uncomfortable realisation that this may be the most organised anyone’s ever been on the show. Along the way there are finger tattoos, rogue gothic messages, real estate agents, questionable life choices, and Lincoln quietly absorbing psychic damage while editing.

Unstructured. Unfiltered. Unexpectedly horny in a purely theoretical sense.
Probably the worst idea we’ve ever encouraged. Which makes it one of the best episodes.