Our lenders lunge laboriously into the limitless, lugubrious leeches. Weekly weakened by wicked winnings, they think thimblefuls of their threat. Could the couple's curtain call be their cupidity? Did Duncan grow tired of this bit a while back?
Items this week: leech tank, the critical crystal ball, permanent sunglasses, and the apocalyptic music box.
Intro music: "My Only Swerving" by El Ten Eleven
Outro music: "Jay" by Disasterpeace