Extended comedy banter: a host's wife traded their regular deodorant for a wet stone. He reviews the earlier homemade baking-soda deodorant (scooped from a Tupperware, feeling 'like a mouse had vomited in your armpit') and demands 'the guy that sells commercial bad for you deodorant.' The hosts then bicker over whether Chernobyl was the facility and Pripyat the town. They agree any wet stone works as a pit detractor.