You know, people sometimes see me as being little more than a pair of jiggling boobs--but if they'd look up, they'd see a mirror image of the same seething bicameral action going on under my beehive hairdo, complete with brain cleavage to match! In this episode, I use my own evil Recombinant Comedy™ devices on myself, blasting my own words into rubble and reassembling them into a scenario that takes its own form....but this time I'm not in the driver's seat. From the very start, Evil Susie started taking the plot into wildly apeshit left-field areas like a fucking rampaging tank, dragging me along helplessly behind her--and what a goddamned ride it turned out to be! The soundcollaged bits form into madly veering fractals that twist and pretzel upon themselves, resulting in unforeseeable madness that gobsmacked even me. Going from the simple premise of the Flooze and Evil Susie spending some idle time together, the hemispheres of my brain erupted in all-out hammer-and-tongs orgy of shortsighted murderous mayhem, replete with flying dogs! Rump roast horrors! Dead sixth graders! And a mind-melting hidden history of the Early SubGenius Church! So yeah...I suggest you strap yourself in good and tight for this dizzyingly gutsplitting romp, because you will be pissing yourself in hilarious ecstasy as the two Susies expose shocking secrets, sidesplitting shames, and jawdropping passions!