Boy oh Boy, after taking off more than a year we're back. This is mostly Kyle's fault, as this episode has been sitting on the hard drives since 2018! Holy shit. 

You wouldn't guess it though, time is truly a flat circle. Only a few things give away the time disparity, and that is we are talking about old failures of Keith. If you keep up with the YouTube show, you'd know that Keith is no longer in Boston, but now confined to Florida. So his parents are not truly as disappointed as they once were. 

We talk about a dead script about Dracula this time. Enjoy!

Money Hell, incipient failure redux, thousands of Achewood references, nerve tonic, Nick calls Keith a goofball, Kyle earnestly researches how to make someone a ward of the state. Revenge of Dick Turnip: Telemonsters an oddly prophetic autobiographical skit about phone-powered beings of darkness.

Kyle abortive second script idea really terminates the episode on a new nadir threshold

An austere, godless sky, the elegiac tatters of a world that once knew hope but will no longer, only charred desolation to greet the eye for as far as one might care to look if only their gaze would be rent from the teeming doom written in the very soil, blighted and forskaen by the processes of life. Above it all, the telltale insignia of man’s own decisive vindication of his eviction from the Garden: It reads, simply, ‘Marge for President.’

The fellows muse once again on Keith’s impending and uncertain fate, where once a human soul did stir and yearn for warmth, now there is naught but a receding hall of mirrors, at center of which is a sepulcher-like recess in which is found only a melting simulacrum of humanity. It cannot bear your touch, so don’t even try. After that, most of the rest of the episode languishes in the depths of an interminable discussion about insects and the cruel pranks of nature which their existence constitutes. The term “semen icepick” is evoked. Kyle later has occasion to regale us with the sordid account of a Florida man’s brush with genius. He also has occasion to boat about his call to The Dick Show and his most public sharing of a horrific fun fact to date.

As for this month’s mummified script:

Nick takes us through the febrile ramblings of a script meant to be a one year anniversary video for Mom, Can I Have Another Dollar? It, as is so typical of Trouble Planet scripts, leads to an all-consuming conflagration and a casual suicide attempt.