Well, here we are. The end of the road. Whadya think? Think any of us’ll be as lucky as the Skull Base crew to meet our makers before we die? Well, shit. Now that we’re done, I can say with a smile…I’d do it all again. Took a while to get it out there, but it’s pretty satisfying now that it all’s said and done. Hell, maybe we’ll even get to do a season four some day. Hopefully a little sooner than this ‘un took, but…aw shucks, I’m ramblin’ again. We’ll see y’all down the dusty trail, and hail Bae God Trump. Sorry to be right about that one.
What the huh now? The intrepidly stupid Skull Base crew go back to the present past. Listen on, brave listener, and hear crews past and present bicker and argue, Campbell, Ramble, and Antioch get more evil, and most of season one, episode six again. And who even is the mystery person at the end?! Put on your attention hats and try to keep it all straight, and prepare to swap it out for your headfuck hat. If you’ve got one.
First Jesus, and now Lincoln?! Well, okay, that’s actually a lot better for a number of very good reasons. Still though. The Skull Base Quantum-Leaps-but-just-through-time again, this…. TIME…. to when President Lincoln met his maker. Will they prevent his assassination? Is that why they’re there? Do they even know who Lincoln is? Isn’t there a B story involving Constable Prime hiring an intergalactic and inter….TIME…. bounty hunter? Why haven’t I even mentioned that Socrates is in this episode too, does he like, not count? Stop asking so many fucking questions. There’s the play button. Use it.
The future. The year 200x. Evidently, it’s made up of asinine teenaged girl people and mostly just bullshit everywhere. See, the Ultimate Smartness done blowed up the world. Not many folk left, and what folk is left, well, they’re pretty vapid and r-word-ed, frankly. I wonder who rules the world now? Probably somebody – or something – outwardly racist. Look, the future sucks, that’s the point, alright?
Jesus Christ. Sorry about that, man. Overlord Skull Bludgeon takes on the main man’s role after accidentally parking the time jumping Skull Base right on top of Golgotha’s most famous death-by-torture hillock. Doom Cock can’t even handle how that goes. Others are there and they say and do stuff too. They’re mostly girls though, and Chad Bingo, who frankly has a hard enough time pulling his weight in the crew, am I right? Only one way to find out.
Intrepid listener! We’ve been trapped in a bullshit time loop, and we’ve finally escaped to share our exploits with you, as a podcast. We know this now. We know who you are, and are mostly disappointed with how you look. This is the first part, where we fuck around on time and don’t stop anything bad from happening (because we’re ‘villains’, remember?) but we do make more bad things happen (again, villains). Does it even go anywhere? Does anything even matter? Well, better get listening, I guess.
This is it, Base Heads: The season finale of Meanwhile, at the Skull Base! The POTUS enters the fray as Antioch Bloodare’s wicked scheme comes together. Incidentally, The Base crew also comes together to rally against Motownphilly and the forces of DIPSET using their own secret weapons: The Ancient Rooster Deity Xoruz and Fresh Prince puppet theatre. Who will survive, and what will we left our podcast? NO ONE KNOWS.
Action! Jail Showers! Monologues! Sex predators! Plot! Monologues! References to 80’s and 90’s American pop culture! Unique pronunciation choices! Monologues! All of this and little more on this episode of Meanwhile, at the Skull Base!
Meet Cicacadus Reich, the “German” bug swarm of a father of Doom Cock. With Alistair in Tow, DC braves super villain resting home The Rest for a nice visit with his Nazi daddy. But will the narrator allow for such rich backstory to occur unabated?
Tad Jingo has a date with a crowbar. Alistair learns the ropes of super villainy from his father, Doom Cock. Ex-MCB’s X and Honey engage in hot, hot cat fights. Dwayne and Stereotype join IAMNINJA on the least clandestine ninja mission of all. OSB delivers his favorite TV monologue of all time. PLOT, people. It’s important.