The boys speak like low-IQ Midwest surfers, find themselves unnecessarily indignant over innocuous insults, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Scatterbrain’s 1991 ridiculous rocker, “Don’t Call Me Dude”

The boys review Roger’s redux, find artistic merit in meddling with the moon, and spend quality time waiting in line with Moonlit Rock Hall.

The boys decorate decapitated deities, lament the absence of fun at the monastery, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Mercyful Fate’s 1982 blasphemous banger, “Nuns Have No Fun”

The boys classify cover couples, attempt to shoot straight with bent franks, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Bad Company’s 1975 classic rock staple, “Shooting Star”

The boys form an unexpected alliance with Ted Nugent, smack a stack of Oreo cookies, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of The Prodigy’s 1997 controversial cut, “Smack My Bitch Up”

The boys take a break from amateur pathology to examine Billboard’s list of the 50 Greatest Rock Lead Singers of All Time.

The boys get caught in a mosh of baked beans and pool noodles, demand domestic duties from conquered kitties, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Ted Nugent’s 1977 oversexed overture, “Cat Scratch Fever”

The boys hang up the lab coats, put down the scalpels, and follow their unscientific hearts into the unexplored world of new-ish songs and virtual cigarette breaks.

The boys test their knowledge of rock ‘n roll urban legends, marvel at Molly’s bountiful ballin’, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Little Richard’s 1956 barnstormer, “Good Golly, Miss Molly”

The boys discuss Dee Snider’s desire to depart with dignity, childishly laugh at ding dong double entendres, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Chuck Berry’s 1972 novelty hit, “My Ding-a-Ling”