In which Piers gets down and dirty with the news he can remember from the last time he read the Times, and Erik perfectly remembers every bad list he's ever heard.

In which Erik takes his personal vendetta against drill bits to the next level, and Piers gets just drunk enough to solve an ancient riddle.

In which Erik dumps a bunch of wooden blocks all over the place, and Piers slams pieces of plastic against a bunch of marbles.

In which Erik begs Taylor Swift to come out and say Nazis aren't cool, and Piers embarks on a foolhardy mission to train the single most dangerous shark of all time.

In which Piers solves the PvPLand hunger crisis in a very annoying way, and Erik recasts soon-to-be cult classic Detective Pikachu also in a very annoying way.

In which Piers finally solves the global crisis that is thin, watery milk, and Erik puts on some manner of popular television programme.

In which Piers dips his shrimps in all the most sweet, savoury, or succulent sauces, and Erik stands up for casual fans everywhere.

In which Erik finds inspiration in the photo albums of strangers, and Piers finds comfort in the gentle embrace of a hammock.

In which Erik presents a newly created masterpiece (of a podcast) about lost masterpieces (of variable mediums,) and Piers takes Oktoberfest as seriously as he's ever taken anything.

In which Erik suggests that four hours is the best length for a stand-up set while Piers - ever the contrarian - prefers activities that take eight hours to listen to. Boys, boys, boys! Will you ever agree?