S7·E23 "You Smell Like Hospital" with Trixie and Katya

Upon the pale and trembling threshold of a Beverly Hills hospital bed, where machines blinked like tiny frigid stars and the kingdom of Katya's body had been besieged by a cruel and venomous gastrointestinal blockade, our weary hero lay suspended between breath and utter oblivion. Death itself dared to come near, draped in her midnight robes, whispering with a grave and ancient confidence that the final curtain was about to fall. But from the ash-gray ruins of this digestive agony, from the tubes and terror and the bulbous belly of a still-defiant distended stomach, Queen Zamo rose like a blazing phoenix crowned in yellow fire, eyes bright with impossible fury and screams of bravado ringing out amongst the hospital corridors. As Katya stared into Death’s hollow, arrogant, bony face, she lifted her battered soul like a shimmering sword and declared, with the force of every dawn that had ever conquered night, “Fu** off, Miss Death. I have a podcast to record."