Brazen Bree backs away from any feisty feline fakery, fails to witness the pie, but has a premonition of point-persuaded bricks.

Savage Knox shows a stomach empty; But with a heart of gold, exhibits steadfast stewardship to his pal, despite shedding his apparel and going full Rambo.

Keen collector Noah bends the rules… as well as the space-time continuum; Announces amusement accolades, and channels his inner Subway. (Not sponsored… yet…)

It’s off to a hysterical third installment. From golden toilets and chaos kittens, to empty bottles and a tad of quantum tearing. It’s: “Deep in the Dungeons."

Andrew, between exams and these bids, hasn’t the steam and aims a bit too low. Surely he’s busted… right?

Knowledgeable Knox knows NASCAR, but not when he can be heard. Smashes the set without using Earnhardt, but gets rocked by the reel, regardless of the ref.

Nauseous Noah needs NyQuil? (Not sponsored) due to nasal nefarity, knows news regarding recently revealed rarities, and manufactures mixes of men, maximizing their merit.

It’s Bree’s battle of the boys, barreled by boisterousness. But have a laugh from the Spanish Inquisition, to… mister... Trickle? In: “Wacky Racers.”

Andrew acts out the antics of Butters, insinuates atrocious acts of colorism, and wins the battle of undergrowth, with a big bite of *Schmidt.

Narcissistic Noah knows neither clapping nor volume, navigates his knowledge out of necessity, and would bleed for dinos.

Brazen Bree promotes the director of photography, brings up Baymax brawn, loses points for blowing trumpets, but pulls out on top with a strong bow.