Britt is back in the studio and she’s brought cannoli and her very own neon sign. That’s the kind of guest commitment we can get around.
Things unravel quickly. The King ends up with a suspicious dusting of icing sugar down his shirt that looks a lot like you know what. Britt runs a pop-up affirmation session. The Montys twist every wholesome sentiment into something deeply unhelpful and vaguely offensive.
It’s messy, sugary and somehow still inspiring.
