This episode detonates out of the gate as Viktor Wilt, alone in the studio and powered entirely by caffeine, obligation, and spite for unpaid labor, decides that instead of reading soulless factoids like a government pamphlet, he will simply open the phone lines and emotionally free-climb live radio. What follows is a beautifully unstructured descent into chaos where Ask Me Almost Anything becomes Ask Viktor to Overshare While Also Teaching You How to Not Die. Between furiously churning out commercials, covering for a missing co-host, and openly begging management for a budget like a medieval peasant, Viktor fields calls that range from radio industry conspiracies to children asking about favorite cat breeds. The show oscillates wildly between heartfelt radio wisdom and extremely graphic descriptions of how nature will absolutely obliterate you if you’re not paying attention—baby alligators chirp like laser guns, avalanches announce themselves with a death-woof, downed power lines sizzle like bacon from hell, and hippos apparently laugh right before ripping you clean in half.

Listeners call in to interrogate Viktor about overrated bands (Bad Omens catching the stray of the century), nightmare musician encounters, and whether certain artists are legally banned from radio airwaves (they are not, but vibes matter). The episode somehow finds time to detour into Valentine’s jewelry ads, cat psychology, radio career existentialism, beekeeping horror scenarios, and the terrifying realization that steel structures should never make hammer noises. Things escalate when Viktor’s wife calls in live from Fireball Friday at a bar, flanked by bartenders, husbands, and Buffalo Bob, turning the show into a half-hour hostage negotiation where Viktor desperately tries to finish work before the cinnamon liquor fully activates. By the end, the phones are still ringing, the dangers of the world have been loudly catalogued, Peaches is still gone, Viktor is spiritually exhausted, and the listeners are somehow safer, more informed, and deeply unsure what just happened—but they loved every second of it.