Brighten up your grey matter, you drooling lobotomies, for it is your Accredited Australians, Amber and Gabe, here with another brain-wrinkling episode of Round the Twist. And what a lobe-loosener “Brainless” is, with Professor Anthony and Undergraduate Bronson’s primary school science experiment going horribly awry, leaving Pete and Linda’s brains on a solo adventure while their bodies remain under the remote control of whoever hold the remote. Can brains only jump when they’re horny? How many brain puns are there? Just what hypothesis was this experiment set up to test? All this and letters from the borderline cases we call fans. 

Through acts of uncharacteristic competence, it is we, your Accredited Australians, Amber and Gabe, unfrozen and wandering around your sleek, dazzling future. And what a future it is! One where we can witness episodes like “The Niranderthal Beast”, a harrowing tale of rampaging hordes, helpful Italians, and horny Matrons. Bronson has borrowed and broken the family heirloom razor, causing him to grow a mighty ginger beard. But it is not for tiny boychildren to be so endowed! And his appearance is believed to be that of a local cryptid. Will Bronson be doomed to resemble an enormous garden gnome his whole life? Is Matron’s face a turn-on? What does dandruff taste like? All this and letters from the lower homos we call fans. 

Greetings, sweaty and curly listeners, it’s your Accredited Australians, Amber and Gabe, back from another unexpected Mark Mitchell eruption to discuss a tale of moderately false advertising. When your thumbnail is a screaming, Lawnmower Man-esque VR nightmare, one kind of assumes that to be the general idea of the story. Well, if you assume you make an ass out of u and Mark Mitchell because it’s a bodyswap episode! Typically done to explore themes of perspective and empathy, witness as Round the Twist innovates by not bothering to do that. Instead, we’re left to wonder where all the sweaty, curly men went; whether carnies own rats or if it’s the other way around; and if anyone can really understand what it’s like to be in the wrong skin. All this and some unfortunately phallic letters from the encrusted members we call fans.