In which pizza is smothered, vehicles are covered, and Sharon is mothered… and a bunch of other stuff.

In which coffee is required, we get inspired, and pizza is acquired… and a bunch of other stuff.

In which Sharon maintains her narrative, eggs beat science, and the world works around the alien invasion… and a bunch of other stuff.

In which we start the Second Season of action, adventure, and absurdity from the comfort of our own hotel room… and a bunch of other stuff.

In which we upload another puzzling collection of tiny fragments from the previous season that are scientifically formulated to stimulate the more sensitive parts of your brain governing taste, mirth, and subscriptions… and to remind you Season Two is coming very, very soon.

In which we make a pastiche of morsels from the last season to remind you of the mirth and mayhem, mercilessly tantalizing your ears for next season (which is coming soon).

In which many bells are jingled, old friends are mingled, and Satan is Kris Kringled... and a bunch of other stuff.

In which the cupboards are emptied, the barrel bottoms are scraped, and the dregs are dredged… and a bunch of other (delicious / satisfying) stuff.

In which to err is human-ish as the VP is selected, the winner is projected, and the leader is elected… and a bunch of other (sui generis and / or stochastic) stuff.

In which the issues are debated, the pon is farred, and the stage is eventually hosed off for next episode’s election… and a bunch of other stuff.