Ft. an ostentatious and ultimately unfortunate chain (of events).
In which the Barker is worse than the byte. (Apologies for the end abruptly cutting off! I don’t know what happened. The
Richard is great, but, y’know…
To quote Jared Dunn: ‘Don’t act like it’s not magical.’
ft. legal battles, loyal friends, and Chekhov’s egg
In which we learn that tequila is never a good idea.
In which Pied Piper start playing dirty, in more than one sense of the word.
ft. Homicide (the energy drink) and more homicide (of Blaine, indirect and hypothetical; and of Homicide’s director, figurative and arguably deserved).
ft. night sweats and the birth of Anton
Mo’ money, mo’ people, mo’ problems. (But hey, at least we have #schwag!)