In witch Declan deals with some anti-phoenix bias, Isaac has been reading the Christian Dark Web, and both hobble through the swamp of people who aren’t exactly fans of the world’s most famous wizard (not Merlin).
In which Declan is the subject of a fun new documentary, Isaac reads from the Sacred Texts, and both dig to the nadir and keep on digging.
In which Declan reverses the core dynamic of the show, Isaac is encouraged to buy a watch, and both revisit a topic from the Halcyon days of TaS.
In which Declan revives a Golden Format, Isaac brings along a whole host of voices, and both attempt to decipher a mysterious and spookifying deliverance of mail.
In which Declan tried desperately to warn you all, Isaac is veritably drowning in instruments, and both explore the sordid, rancid, turgid underbelly of the so-called Imagiporium.
In which Declan embarks on a journey of staggering catharsis, Isaac finds himself chasing that elusive Vomit High, and both get down to the nitty-gritty of what is and isn’t crime.
In which Declan has curated a real cavalcade of horrors, Isaac manages to control his gag-reflex, and both sink deep into the mire in a desperate quest for weekly content.
In which Declan is exposed as the artistically bankrupt fraud that he is, Isaac defends a frankly obscene obsession with auditory body horror, and both celebrate entering the third year of Shame.
In which Declan is called a cretin, Isaac is called a goblin, and both finally see the Face of God in the form of The Quadraxus Conclusion.
In which Declan is over-directed, Isaac over-directs, and both plunge voice-first into an interminable, riddling hellscape.
In which Declan tries his hand at being a regular Jonathan P. Uzzle, Isaac must come to terms with his own intellectual limits, and both are very sorry for missing a week (pls forgive).
In which Declan relieves himself on a doorstep, Isaac’s back at some teat or another, and both put their fates in the mercurial hands of the cup.