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This week the Brians finally get their patented Herring Condom Machines into the Vatican gift shop.

With a new sponsor onboard with the Siamese Herring Experiment, the Brian's reveal this new venture on tonight's Episplode. Yes, Cardinals Choice Condoms enters the world of fledgeulent sexual practices. The comings and the goings are now neatly wrapped up in steel belted wonderment for the universe to admire and avoid nasty genital warts, lesions, pussy sores, chlamydia, Down Syndrome and horse bites. Hurrah.

On a particularly nasty note, Barry plays chess with the new Pope. He wins and is removed from the premises after contracting Leprosy. Fucking Pope's are sore lovers er, losers. This goes back to Pope Insidious, who had Jezus Carpenter put to death by firing squad because Jezus beat him at Poker. Bastard.

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The Brian's have an extremely deep and meaningful conversation about their encounters with Whitchcraft, Voodoo and reverse parking.

Brian becomes highly intellectual when discussing the old days when wearing a Lawnmower as a hat was de rigeur and meant something in the suburbs.

The Brian's discuss at length about Haiti and the Haitian people being not only simple souls and being good at Jewjew, but their exemplary culinary delights when it came to cooking miscreants and at the same time wearing a Brunch Coat. Fascinating.

On a very interesting note, both Brian's turned up to do this Poocast Sober.

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The Brian's brave up to farewell another dead Pope and reminisce about the old times and the gay times in Vatican central.

Of course, Brian spills the beans on who is in the running to be wearing the Popal gear after the smoke and mirrors Conclave, or is that Enclave, reaches its nude crescendo.

Brian puts forward that the new leader of the Listeria National Party must have a full head of hair and must not be a fucking Arsehole like the last one. Bye bye Potatohead.

All of this and Nana's recipe for using Death Mushrooms to release your inner vengeance.