It’s not clear that anyone had a good night, and there’s going to be a lot of tangled messes to clean up.

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We’re nearing the end of Episode 4! Did you know we started this episode FOUR YEARS AGO? Seems slightly excessive. (Click here to read our slightly excessive episode from the start)

Every now and again, the sun gets to rise, the storm clouds dissipate, and you wake up stuffed onto a couch that’s way too small for you.

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Not sure Benny cleared Orson for post-surgical activities involving firearms, cardio, or standing out in a hurricane.

The classic “one-bullet-left-non-lethal-head-shot-while-you-have an-exposed-spinal-column” trick shot!

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Go easy on her, they said.
It’s her first night, they said!

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Uh-oh.

Julian, buddy… I don’t think you’re particularly good at this whole “talking down armed, emotionally unstable gang leaders” thing.

Now that might be a little too up close and personal with the Dire Dogs.

Markesha doesn’t know she’s low on juice. It’s not clear that would stop her, anyway!