This episode of The Viktor Wilt Show was a complete fever dream in audio form: Viktor wakes up cranky, sore, and already at war with the universe, then immediately dives headfirst into the Twilight Zone of bizarre parental rules—like sock curfews, no-pooping-in-the-house policies, and banning LEGOs as though they were cursed relics. From there, he spirals into a rant about Roger Waters being an “unlikable turd” who somehow decided Ozzy Osbourne was his punching bag, before spinning off into a symphony of irritating sounds, including flies, alarm clocks, and the eternal smoke alarm beep that could drive Gandhi to violence. Just when it feels safe, Viktor introduces the USDA’s war against wolves—using AC/DC’s Thunderstruck as a sonic weapon—casually suggesting that Brian Johnson’s voice is scarier than an apex predator. Then the ax-wielding grocery store bandit appears, attempting to liberate strawberry ice cream and brisket, which naturally leads Viktor to wonder if Peaches or Josh might one day snap and attack him with a hatchet in the studio. Maddie jumps in mid-chaos to help dismantle Peaches’ peach-colored birthday shrine, which launches them into a mini food-fair scandal where Peaches gave perfect scores to anything peach-flavored, sparking pastry injustice and dessert recounts. By the time they’re screaming “Screw Due West!” at a Nashville band for shouting out the wrong radio station, the show has fully gone off the rails. And then, just when you think Viktor can’t crank the madness higher, he’s fielding alien survival hypotheticals with cheeseburgers, Dolly Parton, and Keanu Reeves, retelling a story about an ex who smeared dog poop through his house before stealing his pet rabbits, and accusing Joe Rogan of running a brain-melting Texas cult. It all wraps up with bird-watching weirdos, gas station misery, and Crazy Jay calling in to announce he’s free for co-host duties, promising tomorrow will be even stupider. This wasn’t a radio show—it was a rollercoaster operated by a sleep-deprived carnival barker with a vendetta against socks, wolves, and peaches.