We wave goodbye to all the lands and wonder how the fuck Tom Cruise still gets hired.

Just to get it out of the way, we do say the "r-word" a handful of times. But we think it's deserved. Turns out we've misunderstood MK. He's simply like the unchanging protagonist of a Camus novel. Sunny meets the clippiest clipper that ever clipped.

Being a kid in the Porn Mines is the education of a lifetime. Charles Manson: victim of history. There's a darker power at play in the Good Lands.

Into the Badlands lives up to its namesake as we finally make it to the actual badlands, and boy, is it bad. Nathan makes a pledge to take on a sunnier disposition.

The motto of the Badlands: "Please be careful. We can't make these anymore."

Without the barons, the Badlands would probably be the Goodlands.

Witches, anti-vaxxers, teenage dance offs, Disney Cruises, and Prince. This episode has it all. Or at least those things.

Prince tragically died from an overdose. It's no laughing matter.

If you're a brain damaged wrestler, all the world is your cage match. We accidentally summon Tezcatlipoca, the Mayan jaguar god, at around the hour and three minute mark.

In this episode, we begin our journey Into The Badlands. It's a trope heavy world that makes slavery seem...ok. Ruled by idiots and ex professional wrestlers, populated by murderous Suffocation fans. Put simply, "Why give me a number if I can't kill them all?"