We're Americans, after all, which means we can't deal with even the tiniest soupçon of nuance. What better mindset could there be when approaching a showdown between the well-intentioned but ultimately semi-disastrous teetotaling Women's Christian Temperance Union and the gathering of unredeemable 18th-Centuray Upper-Class British Shits that christened itself The Hellfire Club? It's a roller-coaster that starts with unpardonable circumstances that lead to desperate but wrongheaded ideas, and ends with unpardonable ideas from wrongheaded and decidedly non-desperate rich fucking twits. Also Brian talks about his first job as a mall puppeteer, ultimately raising more questions than he answers. Join us, won't you?