We kicked things off by butchering the Jaws theme on plastic recorders—which we’ve decided are essentially musical sewer pipes—before pivoting to the high-brow realization that physics is actually God’s art museum and humans are just the ones writing the placards.We spent a good chunk of time roasting Hollywood for its recycled plots, rebranding Jaws as the "ultimate fishing film" and realizing Avatar is just a blue-tinted Fern Gully where the characters use their tails as universal adapters. Our nostalgia took us back to the glory days of mastering the "tripod" head-prop to nap in geometry class without face-planting, a skill far more useful than our Gen X school fundraisers involving "high-quality" trash bags and overpriced wrapping paper. To wrap up, we lamented the fact that taking a sick chicken to an exotic vet costs $250—proving yogurt is the only affordable healthcare for poultry—and left everyone on a spicy cliffhanger regarding our upcoming deep-dive into the scandalous world of black pepper.