On location in a parking lot across the street from Mascot Pizza in dreary, dreadful, drab Spokane Washington! Who is this man sitting in a nondescript automobile of some mercurial nature, speaking into a microphone? Why has he come to our little parking lot across The street from Mascot Pizza in dreary, dreadful, drab Spokane Washington? What are his intentions? How can we stop him or help him depending on the nature of the aforementioned intentions?

Also: punch a Nazi or hug a Nazi? Drastic changes or incremental changes? The state of comedy: shitty or not so shitty? Building a sturdy comedy table: a real thing or just some bullshit? True accountability vs. Bro accountability? Shaggy 2 Dope: Drop kick fail or Pratt-fall success? Glorious wide-screen or fucking shitty garbage-ass tall-screen?