With Georgia unable to work her new house and Bri's car in the shop, we look at other things that broke this week, like net neutrality and Patreon.
With more disturbing stories from Congress and Facebook opening up their platform to six year olds, we decide we'd be better off just letting Bri run all the industries.
Bri suffers through Justice League in the name of marital balance, Steve tries to justify paying for a Street Fighter Transformer, and Georgia copes with her new reality of his and hers VR rooms.
With Georgia off moving into her personal Holodeck, Bri drives Steve around town in her new car to talk about video games at high speed.
Georgia finally realizes how bad the US government is thanks to Facebook's nude photo collection, Bri doesn't need any stinking lootboxes to own people in Star Wars Battlefront, and Steve discovers just how far his robot hero has fallen.
In a week full of things we're happy about, we take the time to settle the big questions, like how to get your dog to send Animojis, and the legitimacy of Princess Peach's claim to the throne.
We destress from trying (and failing) to find empathy with racist Uber riders by gushing over the cast of the live action Lion King movie.
In which we look to Wolfenstein to take the fight to the Nazis, and to Apple to allow us to preorder the iPhone X to save us from bad Pixel screens.
Since an AI writing Scrubs scripts is clearly ushering in the end of civilization, we decide to spend all our cash on loot boxes. (It seemed like a good plan at the time.)
In which we long for a buggy Google Home Mini in the Facebook office, in the hopes it would surreptitiously record the meeting that left us with VR cartoon avatars in Puerto Rico.