Two young males attempting to make a rather bland podcast are derailed once the Mongolian mongoloid emperor formerly known as Genghis Khan resurrects and overtakes their studio in an attempt to regain relevancy in today's current society. The knocking will not stop until they make their way to the top.
Instead of bothering themselves with the increasingly disastrous storm within their suburban neighborhood, two delinquents attempt to revive their old college radio show. Unbeknownst to both Cyclone and Senny, their low-quality broadcast is not the only artifact being brought back to life. Following an unexpected visit from a rather "old" friend, the two disc jockeys attempt to escape from his powerful, yet uneducated, grasp.
In an attempt to appease the one and only Genghis Khan, Cyclone and Senny hire a part time comedian to "bring the funny" to their less than adequate podcast. Rather than amuse the crowd, the ambiguous Eastern New England entertainer depresses the two awkward "young adults," proving to be quite the clown. Does Vinny Fazool have the ticket to their freedom from the unwashed clutches of the Mongolian mongoloid? Or will the two broadcasters be forced to sit through the jester's somber set?
After “obtaining” new equipment from Genghis Khan, Cyclone and Senny listen to a voicemail that provides them with the hope of survival. The only issue is that they have no means to contact their savior. In an effort to obtain a cellular device, the two emcees invite an aspiring game developer named Hollow Melvin to share his “expertise” on the podcast. Unfortunately for our leads, the deceiving designer forgot to bring one crucial piece of the puzzle. Will our hosts be able to phone a friend, or will they have to put one foot in front of the other alongside a fibber?
The two ""heroes"" find themselves alienated within the house of a rather popular... ""streamer."" Rather than escape, however, Cyclone & Senny find it might be more valuable to use Ween's fame to escort themselves to freedom. Despite numerous attempts to hook her audience in with cryptic cries for help, Senny's pocket peanut donations are trampled by her fans' allegiance. As the hairy and mighty sweaty grasp of Genghis Khan continues to tighten, our hosts must rely on outside intervention for redemption.
Senny’s honestly better than Cyclone
These guys are hilarious in every way. Been watching them since their original college radio casts. I really really like Senny a lot, but don’t really think Cyclone brings that much to the table. He’s also incredibly handsome and smart, and probably dates a lot of cute women. 5/5 stars.