Nick is the dream killer. He kills in your dreams. I'm so tired. This is all you're going to get.

Nick comes in hot on the documentary John told us about last week about the race of early humans that were burying each other. I'm also over people handing out pamphlets on the street. Just stop.

Nick has a neighbor update. He also went to his friends wedding and apparently there was some tension among the families.

Nick isn't dead. Our bad. But he almost got beat up by his neighbor. We talk about it.

We deep dive into the lurid history of some of (one of) the arch dioses (this is like a church thing, right? Is it like a specific church thing or like all churches? You know what? I don't care) of the city of Detroit. Also Nick died.

TV's Brad Wenzel and I just rolled in from the road and jumped on the mics with Nick and John. We find out John is an emotional wreck.

We solved what killed the dinosaurs in this one. It ain't nice. I wanted to name the episode "The Milk-Me-Way Galaxy" but John wouldn't let me because we didn't actually say it in the episode.

We do a Freudian dive into the psycho-sexual mind of John in this one.

Nick can't handle my directness in this one. John and I are pretty sure he's going to have to amputate his foot. He tried landing an Eastside Dershowitz which is a much to complex move for the level of skater he is.

Nick tries to put a wedge between marginalized groups. John is very uncomfortable talking about issues that don't pertain to him. I'm still shell shocked from past audio issues.