In which Erik helps people understand the terrible deals they've gotten themselves into (once they've gotten themselves into them, of course), and Piers gives a much-needed confidence boost to all the trash people of the world.

In which Erik lights a fire under the eternal rivalry of gentle-talkers versus potty-mouths, and Piers lights a fire under the so-called "freedom fighters" of PodcastVSPodcastland.

In which Piers knows that deep down we all just wanna blow things to smithereens in big flaming balls, and Erik knows deep down that Piers will never, ever, ever win a round of his beloved "Pick the Fake Fic."

In which Erik takes a good hard look at the days that have yet to pass or may never be, and Piers tries real, real hard to live in the moment by focusing on the day that already is.

In which Erik listened to Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons' and thought "hey, good enough for me," Piers puts movie franchise reboots on blast, and both the boys are exceedingly kind to each other.

In which Piers gives the loneliest men in the world a VHS tape to come home to, and Erik tackles the first of many scams: your workaday playground jump rope.

In which Piers adapts a hot mess of a show into a hot/wet/sloppy/sticky/diseased mess of a new show, and Erik turns a simple podcast pitch into a valuable teaching moment about blood magic.

In which Erik elaborates (while Piers moderates) on a movie that never existed, while Piers dreams (a sleepy-time scheme) of the greatest double-act that merely doesn't exist yet.

In which Piers rounds up two last-minute (but perfect) replacement guests for any social affair, and Erik asks an important question of us all: what if good movies...were also bad?

In which Piers rounds up two last-minute (but perfect) replacement guests for any social affair, and Erik asks an important question of us all: what if good movies...were also bad?