This week the Brians put their dementia on hold to grapple with the rise of Facism around the universe and bits of New Caledonia. It's election season and as Nostrildamus predicted in 1948.... " It's gonna get a whole lot fucked!"
On a lighter note Barry breaks the time space continuum for a second time this week, and Bevan manages to fix it with some gopher tape a pair of pliers and a dentist. Triffic!