In which Erik responds to a rather rude internet message by drawing as much attention to it as possible, and Piers improves Jian Ghomeshi's return to podcasting with a firm "Get Out."

In which Erik figures out that you can compare movies to one another to determine which movie was better, and Piers pitches book ideas to all the would-be writers out there sitting around twiddling their thumbs while they wait for the greatest novel of all time to jump into their brain.

In which Erik wants the best songs of his infancy to do as Erik did and grow the heck up already, and Piers wants to helps those April Fool's day pranksters pick up their game for next year.

In which Erik informs you with the proper rules of eating, and Piers entertains you with tales of ant-farms that came and went in spectacular fashions.

In which Piers is glad that at least one of us had the decency to come prepared for his podcast pitch, and Erik forgets that making stacks of custom podcasts is an exhausting, fruitless endeavour.

In which Erik isn't sure which type of shoes he should wear, and Piers takes the good fight down to the mean streets of this damn dirty city.

In which Piers helps the lovesick accurately identify symptoms of yearning, and Erik literally has an podcast pitch to make.

In which Erik reinvents a complete stranger's podcast with a fresh twist by (ostensibly) removing the asshole from the equation, while Piers reinvents a classic podcast-pitch by flat-out refusing to be interrupted.

In which Erik consider the merits of the Grateful Dead relative to the merits of SmashMouth, and Piers gives up something very, very special for Lent.

In which Piers falls into the role of a creep wondering what other people are thinking, and Erik wonders if Piers is thinking what Erik is thinking.