In this squelchin 'sode, Jesse and I discuss the potential merits and pitfalls of hustle culture. Things get a little political. The lord's name is taken in vain. Jesse cries and I poop my pants. A swarm of bees devours our wieners and then we both go to hell. Jesse goes to classic "hell 1" where satan blows fireballs on your face while a guy with a fork pokes your butt for all eternity. I go to the lesser-known "hell 7: type B" where my mother tells me I can't have the hot wheels car I saw at the dealership even though I really want it. It's a hoot down here in the Slime Zone!