It's early August, that time of year when thoughts lightly turn to irradiating death raining from the skies--I mean, more than usual. In this show, I trace the rise of the Atomic Overlords and their squamous cell-mutating legacy, at least as I see it through the reality-warping marvel of Recombinant Comedyâ¢! (Actually, I prefer splitting beavers to splitting atoms, but to each his own.) So seal yourself in the blockhouse, and put on those shade, because there's gonna be a blast of cosmic proportions coming up that's going to permanently blow yer hair back. And be sure to strap yourself in with extra rations of survival eats and double up on the Depends, because this show has a longer half-life than the usual BSTF episode.