This episode detonates out of the gate like a sleep-deprived fever hallucination broadcast straight from Viktor Wilt’s brainstem, beginning with metal riffs, mall exhaustion, Taco Bell regret, and the grim realization that sleep is a mythical creature invented to taunt radio hosts. Viktor spirals immediately into a deranged meditation on “annoying sounds when trying to sleep,” which somehow escalates into a full-blown trauma reenactment involving a cat named Lucy making the pre-vomit noise of doom, triggering a carpet-soaking projectile nightmare that lives rent-free in his soul. From there, reality fractures: crickets escape from a lizard feeding cage and turn the house into a biblical plague zone, Shop-Vacs loom as last-resort weapons, and caffeine becomes the only thing standing between Viktor and total psychic collapse. The show then hard-pivots into Florida chaos when a headline about a woman “throwing chicken during a fight” cruelly underdelivers by revealing it was merely chicken pieces and not a full poultry-based combat scenario, leaving Viktor spiritually betrayed and briefly suspicious that Josh from down the hall might retrieve a chicken at any moment. Studio irritation mounts as doors slam endlessly, transforming Viktor into a self-aware old man yelling “get off my lawn” while actively blasting rock music. This segues seamlessly into animal uprising propaganda: a bear crashes a Christmas parade, circus bears revolt against hoverboards, and Viktor loudly roots for wildlife vengeance while nervously side-eyeing his own anxiety-riddled cat, now armed with an anti-anxiety collar and the latent potential for murder. Freak news barrels in next—North Dakota crowned worst drivers, Utah dishonored, Idaho exposed, antique muskets used in liquor store robberies like it’s the Old West again—before Viktor launches into a public service announcement begging people not to wire their life savings into Bitcoin ATMs because a fake cop yelled at them on the phone. Just when sanity threatens to return, Viktor goes full rock-prophet mode, declaring anyone who thinks rock and metal are dead to be historically illiterate, citing Sleep Token, Bad Omens, Ghost, sold-out arenas, and the New York Times crowning a Sleep Token song the best track of the year as proof that distortion pedals will outlive us all. The episode closes in glorious conversational chaos with Peaches popping in to announce an onslaught of brutal concert lineups, wallet-draining tours, passport bros catching strays, Latvia being pitched as the ultimate dating DLC due to a male population shortage, Siberia being recommended to snow fetishists, and In-N-Out committing numerical cowardice by deleting 67 from existence—culminating in jokes about throwing burgers at children and a final exhausted acceptance that none of this makes sense, but Tuesday will, in fact, be crushed anyway