The

last week's episode of Chapo Trap House are heroes learned that mixing rocketry with romance

is a recipe for ruination.

And the Capone Boys get to the bottom of this cosmological caper in time to abort Enoch

Musk's torpedo of carer.

Or will they suffer the slings and arrows of the mad Magnaz outrageous fortune?

Find out on this week's thrilling conclusion to Musk's a ballerapetap!

Felix, you're on a brilliant green field in the distance you see tiny cities, maces,

swamp, desert, water surrounds this land, you're on an island, you're playing Hoopin

Stick, you're doing an extremely good job moving the stick in a circle with expert precision.

But your teammates are floundering.

One of them is really doing an erratic dance like a coikermite, too.

Another says, I need sticks.

Then they all say, I need stick.

Do you have sticks?

Can I get a stick?

Seemingly out of nowhere, flaming hoops soar through the air.

When they make contact with your teammates, they explode like sticks of dynamite.

You look all around you, but you can't see your antagonists or antagonists.

You can only hear the hoops wishing through the air, make a dodge roll.

That is a two.

Really?

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