In which Kevin becomes rather more apprehensive about a hug from his wife.

In which Kevin gets some questions answered about his favorite movie of all time, whether he likes it or not.

In which Kevin nervously eyes his so-called "friends" and demands to be locked in a cabin by himself.

In which Kevin advises that you should probably not go out for a night on the town if there is a killer on the loose.

In which Kevin takes a hard pass on the meat pie, thank you very much.

In which Kevin figures that any "all you can eat" deal should probably come with a few stipulations.

In which Kevin wonders whether the delectable dinner before him is really worth the price of his soul. 

Note: It seems that, at some points in this episode, I misname the character of Henry, calling him "Harold." I do humbly apologize to my listeners, Mr. Kressing, and of course, Harold. Um, I mean, Henry.

In which Kevin resolves to lose weight this year, but perhaps in a more traditional way than this poor gentleman.

In which Kevin further annoys his listeners by insisting that a video game belongs in the same discussion as literature.

In which Kevin wishes everyone happy holidays in the most Victorian way he knows how. 

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