The Puzzling Evidence Show - Remixed!

I used to be a computer technician on pirate ship, with my statue, until the plague, thought Philo. When that man, that Puzzling Evidence with his thing of obsession, and his hideous tome and putrid canine feces chapeau. Dr. Hal was the enemy of ignorance when the callers died for our faith, and that's when everything went wrong. "It was just supposed to be a a simple hyperspace beacon but Dr. Drummond might be stuck as a boy forever, and that's when the murders begin." mused Dr. Hal. And that's when they brought in the secret flesh activated bombs shaped like cupcakes.

It all started when our (former porn) star, Puzzling Evidence, woke up in a hyena-infested moor. It wasn't the first time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly stunned, Puzzling Evidence stroked a wolverine, with little or no succor. A few unfulfilling decades later, he realized that his beloved Vintage Walkman was missing!  Immediately he called his parole officer, Dr. Howll who had to make an unscheduled stop at IHOP to pick up Philo at his cult headquarters corner booth. Puzzling Evidence stared at Dr. Howll for six nanoseconds. Unaware of the bleakness of existence, Dr. Howll groped exotically toward the Walkman.

The the Boys flip the trip-tick dip-switch next to the Dipwytch dip-stick on the good stuff. Callers weigh-in on seemingly endless unmemorable non-topics as they battle over supremacy of the shallow end of the caller pool. Question Girl gets a few questions in.Get your red hot Subgenius Skull Farming Tree Walking Brain Socket Doktors Improvisational Live Radio Show Streaming Consciouslessness Live 12 Inch Radio Frop here! OK, you've been warned, DON'T FLIP OUT!!!

After the safety break, Dr. Howll and Philo's attempts to scuttle the ensuing pseudo-new-age downer mood prove fruitless and pulls them both into a miasma of touchy feeliness. As the downwardly spiraling vortex begins to coalesce, the boys desperately inject it with heavy doses of SubGenius Obfuscation. But will it work? Can the Show be restored to its former irrelevance without letting go of its incipient insouciance? You be the judge! 

'...What's that smell?' Philo felt a stabbing pain in his taint when Puzzling asked this. Philo calmly assured him that most albino cats sigh before mating, yet South American hissing sloths usually flamboyantly yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Puzzling Evidence because he had found Puzzling's tape deck only 5 days prior. It all started when our host, Puzzling Evidence, woke up in a lemur-infested moor. It was the 5th time this week. Feeling ridiculously concerned, Puzzling stroked a potato, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not).