We learn a bit about a really groovy party in the 1500s. Got Ghosts in your blood? Do cocaine about it. Nick suggests we rap to validate our self worth. Brad starts talking about cryptids, but the converstaion is lost, never to be seen again, with nary a shred of evidence. Lastly, we transition to an era of ending the show with positive blessings, as opposed to our typical callous abhorrence.