Two plots here. First of all we have Moira at her diva worst as she tries to put together an act for a fundraiser. She refuses to do her Patty Hearst performance because there is no machine gun available. But the ending is hilarious. The second concerns Roland barging in on Johnny, insisting that he should be hired to do jobs around the motel. Soon he is trying to run things and really do nothing. Chris Elliot is at his manic best.
Review of Asbestos Fest
