The podly crew takes their show on the road, ten miles up the road that is, to Ben&apos;s humble abode.  A steaming wolves den with dripping walls that stinks of weed, beer, and pizza.  Just what the doctor ordered.

The Target Smell with Rene

Sometimes three, sometimes five best pals and their exquisitely-built equine assistants sometimes get their hands on working audio recording equipment and a stolen WiFi connection in their squatters dungeon.&nbsp;We will declare Jihad on the Blue Man Group.&nbsp;&nbsp;