#0380 - Would You Store Three Skeletons and Fifty Spiders For a Friend? - 06/17/2026

This episode kicks off like a man crawling out of a shallow grave made entirely of sleep deprivation, mild regret, and whatever demonic steak-and-mashed-potato combo decided to wage biological warfare inside Viktor’s stomach. What begins as a normal Wednesday spirals immediately into a gastrointestinal horror saga where Tums become the only line of defense between productivity and a full-blown studio exorcism. Between near-vomiting fits, frantic gas station runs, and the creeping realization that his digestive system has betrayed him, Viktor somehow attempts to host a radio show while sounding like a haunted Victorian child clutching his abdomen in a thunderstorm. Meanwhile, Becca is peacefully asleep, completely unaware that Viktor is fighting for his life against what may or may not be a single sip of bubbly water. The episode mutates into a fever dream of horror movie rants, where A24 is treated like a religious institution and obscure films like “Obsession,” “Leviticus,” and “Exit 8” are discussed with the intensity of a conspiracy theorist mapping red string across a corkboard.

Then—like a jump scare—REALITY intrudes: three skeletons casually discovered in a house like it’s just another Tuesday, TikTok teens speedrunning Darwin Awards with Benadryl challenges, and the looming threat of the Earth itself deciding to unzip California via the San Andreas Fault. Viktor processes all of this while clutching his stomach like it owes him money. The episode devolves further when a prank involving dozens of spiders nearly sends him into psychological collapse, revealing that friendship is just emotional terrorism with better branding. Add in coworkers casually discussing feeding cats to dogs, apocalyptic cricket swarms, and workplace meetings that feel like corporate gladiator arenas, and you’ve got a man teetering on the edge of sanity while broadcasting live. By the end, Viktor is half-host, half-survivor, contemplating whether projectile vomiting in a meeting might actually solve more problems than it creates. This isn’t a radio show—it’s a descent into madness narrated by a guy armed with Tums, bad sleep, and just enough willpower to not flee the building.