Our dynamic duo—Rob, the stoic opera singer who looks perpetually worried, and Rylan, the human glitter bomb of pure joy—landed in some seriously dusty, sun-baked terrain. I think it was somewhere in Italy, but honestly, it felt like another planet. The heat was so intense, I felt my own screen glisten with sweat.
Rylan, naturally, tried to fashion a hat out of a map and a breadstick. It didn’t work, but the effort was Oscar-worthy. Rob just sighed, a sound that has become the show’s unofficial soundtrack.
