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How did I survive that?

It was some damn fall.

Oh shit, my comms busted.

All my thermals busted too.

I should have got snapped
in half and died on the way down

instead of slowly
turning into a meat popsicle.

Cool.

Timo!

Timo! I'm down here!

Timo!

Mickey?

Timo! Timo, I'm down here!

Mickey! Whoa! You haven't died yet?

No! Hold on.

Oh shit!

Your flamethrower's still good.

Not a single scratch.

It's a good thing I
thought to come down here.

Weapons will be happy to see this.

Yeah, I'm gonna turn this in, okay?

I can take it.

You're not mad, right?

I'm just taking this?

I mean, it's not
looking very good for you, right?

Also, line only goes this far.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, no. We're cool.

You shouldn't have to take the risk.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

Plus they're gonna
reprint you back out tomorrow anyway.

Yeah.

Hey, Mickey.

Yeah?

What's it feel like to die?

I'm sure you're used to it by now.

Still.

How many times is this?

You're Mickey, 16?

17.

Jerk.

18 after this one.

Well, it's nice
knowing you. Have a nice day.

See you tomorrow.

Oh, great.

Why not?

Oh, that's a pretty big one.

Hopefully I'll just
get swallowed in one go.

It's gotta be better than
slowly freezing to death, I guess.

Or maybe not.

But they just printed
me out again every time I died.

All my data is saved,
and I just get a whole new body.

They do all these kind
of regular uploads of memories

and my personality traits,
and reimplan it back in my brain.

That's some crazy technology, man.

Let's just say it's
advanced. It's very advanced.

Come on.

Just hold on a
second. Just relax. Breathe.

The whole body training
and memory transplanting thing,

to be honest, it was so
ridiculously ahead of its time

that it caused so many ethical
fights and religious blah, blah, blah.

It was actually banned on Earth,

and they only allowed now in
outer space for expandables like me.

So from the second
we left the atmosphere,

they made me work my ass
off all the way to this planet,

giving me one mission after another.

Uh, Tech? What's going on?

The actual cable's here already.

Um, the thing is, Mickey,
pay medical. You want to tell them?

Tell me what?

Hi, Mickey. How are you doing?

Are you experiencing any
vertigo, nausea, or dizziness?

I guess I am feeling a little dizzy.

It's only going to get worse
from here, Mickey, with a nice fever, too.

Truth is, you're exposed to
unthinkable levels of radiation right now,

which is why we sent
you out in the first place.

Okay.

If you could give us a
full description of your symptoms.

So a couple things I want to go
through on our cosmic radiation checklist.

First, how long
until your skin starts to burn?

Then, how long until you go blind?

And of course, how long until you die?

That's the real nut we're after.

There was this one time
in my fourth grade science class,

I messed with a lab frog.

I just figured this
all must be my punishment.

Mickey, take off your glove so I can
see what's happening under your spacesuit.

Oh! Oh! Wow! Did you see that?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Keep yourself hydrated, Mickey.

It's not to feel extremely crushed.

Our cardiac embed dose was too high.

Who cares, Dorothy? He's
going to be dead in ten minutes.

Just focus on
getting off the blood samples.

He's going to bleed through
his eyes, nose, mouth, ears and rectum.

Make sure to collect
separate samples from every home, okay?

Keep the memory
upload going at the same time.

This Mickey's
special, you know that, right?

But of all the Mickey's, you
will have the shortest life spanner.

I heard. Teariness.

Oh. Actually, good news.

It's more like 15. Much better, isn't it?

I would have been filthy
rich by now with life insurance,

except I've obviously
expendables that are uninsurable.

There's no workers' comp,
no unions, no pension benefits.

Now, I wouldn't be surprised
if you were thinking at this point,

"Well, now, why did
you do this to yourself?"

Well, because I had a
friend who told me that one day

macaroons would sell better than burgers.

And because I trusted this shitty friend

and I got an enormous
loan from a wonderful gentleman

to help in a macaron store.

Oh, shit.

God!

All right, all right. Calm down.

I'm well aware
that you're four weeks left.

Just think of this
as a little field trip.

In case of what man falls,

you'd fail to
reimburse us in a timely manner.

Besides, you two have
a lot of time on your hands

with your little macaron shop gone under.

This is quite a
show you got on here for me.

Quite a show. The
message is clear. I hear you.

I hear it loud and
clear. I'm late. I'm late.

The money is late. It's
coming. Two people behind me.

Darius Blank. A
name I wish I'd never heard.

Mr. Blank isn't all
that concerned with money.

He has plenty. This
billy's just one of his many assets.

Watching his delinquent borrowers die,

savoring details of
death, that he truly enjoys.

The message is clear.
You can stop now. We can stop.

You know, it's... I hear you.

Two weeks is all it
takes. All it takes now.

And most people...

Looks expensive.

Best assured,
anyone who misses the deadline,

we chase them to the ends of the earth.

So we decided to get off of earth.

Nothing was working out,
and I got no family lying on me.

So I applied to the colony expedition,

but there's like a million
other people with the same idea.

Seems like the whole of this
rotten planet was running away from something.

I guess everybody's got money problems.

But anyway, we had to get on this ship,

because it was the
last one of the season.

Waves upon waves of
people desperate to leave earth.

It's clear,
anti-migrationists are talking to a brick wall

when they insist on fixing up the earth

instead of risking lives
by migrating to another planet.

It feels like these passionate
applicants are already off in space.

More importantly, this is the expedition

led by former
Congressman Kenneth Marshall,

who lost his last two elections.

Is this failed politician now
trying to establish a kingdom beyond the stars?

Is it his fanatical
supporters who won him a generous sponsorship

from a particular
religious organisation and corporation?

So many questions left unanswered.

Let's go and talk to the crowd.

Excuse me, are you a
Kenneth Marshall supporter?

I am. I am, big time.

I am a full-on supporter.
I basically am the one and only.

Are you from Marshall's official channel?

No way! So
Marshall's watching this right now?

Oh, my God.

You need to pick me.
I swear, please, pick me.

You need people young and healthy.

Ladies and gentlemen, we
have another mild-stand storm today.

Access is now restricted to game three.

Please visit our stand
for discounted goggles and masks.

Additional by present on
with Marshall Bay, as always.

The other expeditions
wouldn't take me, but they're wrong.

I promise I can fix toilets.

I make gingerbreads.
You've got to take me in this shot.

"Expendable"?

You're planning to
be an expendable? Seriously?

You read through the whole application.

Uh, yeah.

I should have read through it.

I didn't have too much of a choice.

I don't have any
bona fide certifications.

I don't really
have any skills whatsoever.

Then I find out Timo's already
called dibs on a position for himself.

As a flitter pilot,

he only just got his
learner's permit a couple of weeks before.

No idea what he had to
come up with to pull that off,

but you got to give it to him.

Excuse me.

I... I... I'd like
some, uh, construction going on.

Sorry, what?

I don't hear like a...

like a chainsaw.

Uh, no.

I wanted to get the hell out of there.

Somewhere where the
sound couldn't follow me.

I was far out into space.

You read through the paperwork.

Yes.

You read it, so you know right.

This is gonna be a pretty extreme job,

but it's also gonna be fun.

I'll explain all the details.

I got so distracted by that smell,

uh, the smell of this woman's hair.

It was like it brought back
some faraway memory or something.

That giant tank
downstairs is called a cycler.

It takes organic
waste produced in the spaceship.

Apple peels, chicken bones, rotten eggs,

dead bodies, human waste, you name it.

Then it combines,
refines, and recycles them,

and sends a portion to this printer.

Raw materials for a human body.

Once you die and the committee approves,

it'll print a new
version of your body within 20 hours.

Take your clothes off. Change into this.

I couldn't even
hear anything she was saying.

It was like all my
senses were focused on my nose.

Like real deja vu,

but for a smell.

We're going to do a
full scan of your bio data.

That means you'll be
reprinted exactly as you are right now.

Forever.

I better not this.

Otherwise it'll be there every night.

Well, I'm glad she didn't
know about the one on my butt.

So after she does the body
scan, she uploaded my memories.

Call it a personality backup.

I got to do this once a week so I don't

have any big gaps
every time they print me out.

In the past you would
have needed a hard drive the

size of a commercial
refrigerator to copy an adult brain.

Now this little brick, clever, right?

So I was injected
with some special solution.

It brought back a flood of old memories.

Too many memories.

We were heading
home from the supermarket.

I asked to sit in the front seat.

I said I'm big enough.

And that's when I saw the red button.

I pressed it and she crashed.

Put it to your head and pull the trigger.

This is the final
requirement to become an expendable.

Prove to me you
have faith in this system.

From now on you
need to get used to dying.

This is your job.

I began the four and a
half year journey as Mickey One.

When you're stuck in a
spaceship for that long, food is everything.

Warning, Mickey One.

Seven calories over
the current ration allocation.

On that first day in the
cafeteria, I think I might have started thinking,

what have I done a little?

The whole room is full of
people eating this crappy food

and there's total silence.

You could hear a pin
drop until Kenneth Marshall

and his wife, Ilfa, walk in.

And a whole bunch of
people just started going nuts.

I was thinking, what
the hell am I doing here?

But that's when I saw her.

Nasha.

That was the first
time I saw Nasha Barrage.

On day one in this long journey.

All right, enough, enough.

Keep that up for one
minute and you waste five calories.

That's two percent of the
precious meal you're eating right now.

As you know, our number one
priority is to conserve food resources

until our arrival at Niffelheim.

So that we maximize our survival rate.

So listen up, sexual
intercourse, for example,

each session
consumes a whopping 100 calories.

At least, depending
on the participant's duration

times friction equals up.

The point is Kenneth
is talking to the committee

about banning all
sexual activity on the show.

Darling, are you sure this
is the right time to bring that up?

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I
was just trying to help you.

No, it's okay, Alfie.

Am I doing okay?

Should I go harder?

Yes, yes, go harder.

The point is, once
we've arrived at Niffelheim,

we've secured our food production.

We will launch the greatest
sex encouragement campaign in history.

You will spread
your seed across the planet.

So we started infesting with love.

Unfortunately,
this is not the right time.

Unfortunately, this is...

Come on, it's not happening.

Those four years would have
felt like 40 if it weren't for Nascha.

She stayed with me in the best of times,

and kept by my
side in the worst of times.

Not everyone gets lucky
enough to find a soulmate like this.

None of this would have
happened if I'd never boarded this spaceship.

So I'll hail the
great loan shark Darius Blank.

Thanks, Darius.

But it wasn't like I was slack, you know.

I was super busy
every day taking care of Nascha,

and she's an all-in-one elite agent.

And it's not easy
supporting someone who's a soldier,

a police officer, and a firefighter,

but what she sees in me, I got no idea.

I'm just grateful.

But as soon as I step out the door,

the ship was
filled with mostly dickheads.

Hey, Mickey, right?

Come to me, just ask.

What's it like to dodge?

You know, when you're
reprinted, now how does that feel?

Oh, come on, just tell
us. We really want to know.

Imagine spending years
elbow to elbow with these bozos.

It was enough to
push anyone over the edge.

Sometimes even if
Nascha, who is a model citizen,

would have to step in and remind
us that we were all one big happy family.

They're to help one another.

They're to have each other's backs.

A tight-knit, harmonious community.

And the committee has
reduced Mickey Nines' rations by half

and assigned him
to manual cyclo-cleaning.

Until further notice...

Hey, Mickey.

You must be hungry. Have some more.

Uh, thanks, Kai.

Um...

Can you change your shampoo?

Shampoo?

There's only one shampoo in
this entire spaceship. Thank you.

Okay.

It was a very long
trip in a beautiful community.

Hi.

But, uh, Nascha was
obviously my one and only, you know...

for real.

And as for my one and
only job, I was proud of it.

I felt like I was part of the team.

Mati! Mati!

Come on, let's go!

Hurry up!

Oh! Quickly!

My brother travelers...

And sisters.

And sisters.

It is long that we have
come four years together in this ship

and that we love
you like our Mario family.

And here we are, right below us awakes...

our very own planet of purity.

What's wrong with him? He's flying away!

May we have some blue or something?

Like a virgin vanilla ice cream.

Touched for the very first time.

Well, we really call.

Whoever's gone down
there first can freeze to death.

That's it. Make a deep breath.

Fill your lungs.

Imagine there's an
unknown virus in the air...

And you're sucking in every
single microscopic particle floating around.

All the viruses...

Fill every avioli.

So good.

So good.

Brilliant.

There really was an
unknown virus in the air...

Uh, lethal one?

Join me!

Oh, man. He's alive.

So fucking what?

Oh, my.

Thank you.

In the end, thanks to the lab
rats Mickey 12, 13, 14, 15 and 16...

Getting stab gas dumped
and burned, we got the vaccine.

My great gift to mankind.

And so, we didn't
need oxygen masks, and we

could see our
breath as much as we wanted.

Look at that, Jennifer. Ridiculous.

I can't believe
we're still living that thing.

I know, right?

Plantfall was ages ago, and we're
still eating the same crappy, inflight TV dinner.

Precisely why we ought
to build residential complexes.

No, grow crops as soon as possible.

Yeah, sure.

No, spread the seed. Invest
the land. Propagate the species.

The species.

Whoa. Look at that color.

Yeah, it's beautiful.

He's such a close. You
should learn some breakfolds.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Come on.

What's breakfall?

Look at the car. Take
us for perfect breakfolds.

Yeah.

Shut up.

God, what is it?

What's that?

Oh, my God!

Get out! Get out!

I don't know if
there are more in the hole.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Come on, Mickey, let's go.

Go, go, go. Move, move.

Mickey.

Mickey, it's Marshall.

You fucking useless little asshole.

You're an expendable.

You're here to be expended, dammit.

I'm sorry.

And why is Jennifer
Chilton a precious, fertile,

email-daddy not of you?

I'm coming to my room.

I'm coming. Try this.

You know, that's what I want to know.

The disgusting...

Really? You want my sauce?

No, no, no, no, darling.

Those things, look at them.

What's going on?

They're delicious, aren't they?

Oh, how do you not like it?

You, stand still. Don't move.

They lust for human flesh.

And creepy.

Oh, honey, that's perfect.

You should call them creepers.

I'll call them creepers.

I'm calling them creepers!

President, are you listening?

Expendable, I decided in
the committee that going forward,

your rations will be halved.

So my shift doubled.

14 hours every day, seven days a week,

until I brought home a creeper sample.

Deema! Deema!

How did I survive that?

Whoa! You haven't died yet?

What's it feel like to die?

Even on my 17th
go-around, I really hate dying.

Still, always.

Every time.

Bon Appetit.

Where am I?

What's going on?

I'm not coming out of the printer.

I'm still 17.

Why didn't that thing eat me?

I was passed out.

And I now look tasty enough.

Oh, got it.

They're saving me for their kiddos.

What a great mom.

Aw, please just make it quick.

Come on, guys. Big bites. Big bites.

Ow!

Where are you taking me now?

Has my meat gone bad
after all that reprinting?

Come on.

Oh, dear.

Hey!

I'm still good meat.

I'm perfectly good meat.

I taste fine.

Ditching me out here
in the middle of nowhere.

It's not cool!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Whoa, whoa!

Do you even care? Hey, wait!

Stop!

No, stop!

Can't come through. I said stop!

What is it now?

Shit!

Hey, look how big
that rock is. Are you wide?

You can't just have the
authority to bring something like that in.

You think you can jab
something that huge through here?

Science requested it,
so don't give me shit about it.

You try to jab it in and scratch
anywhere on this date, my date, it's on you.

I mean how? Blame the guys in science.

They cut into this science, but I
got specific orders to bring it as is.

I don't fucking care, today.

Through the meeting or
whatever, I can't reach them.

I'm not taking the ball for this.

Every time you come in here, my date,
gate three, you act like you own the place.

Why not own a whole of this shit away?

You should shut the fuck up, okay?

You know what? He need to get laid.

Fuck you!

Oh, damn, Nicky.

Didn't expect to see you out there today.

Wait. Is that the time?

It's 3.30.

It doesn't make any sense.

Do you remember what I left?

What did you say?

Go, go, go, go, wait, buzzer.

Stop it. You make beams.

Shut it off. The mains.

The switch! Hey!

No, no, no, no, stop!

I'm in the room.

Just lie down.

It's that time again.

The dinner of your
dreams with Kenneth Marshall,

who will be this
month's lucky guest of honor.

A grand surprise awaits.

Hang onto your shit, because the dove
of luck just might come fluttering its wings

with an invitation for you.

From Dove of Atlanta. Over and out.

What is this?

Why aren't you dead?

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

No, no, no.

Hey, 18? They printed you out today?

What the fuck is going on?

According to T.M.,
all you should be sliding out

of one of those
creepers' assholes right about now.

You have to put it like that.

Oh, God. I'm completely fucked.

What do you mean?

Multiples.

I gotta kill you.

Kill me?

How?

You should probably kill
yourself if one of us has to die.

It's been like two
hours since I was printed.

I've barely had a life.

All I was never dead. So you don't count.

Go back to the cycler!

Uh, multiples. Where do I even begin?

Mankind is not
equipped to deal with the legal and

ethical implications of
adopting this human printing technology.

Please tell me, can any of you honestly

guarantee that the
technology will not be abused?

No one in their R&D department
could come up with a convincing answer.

But the real problem was
that one of the brains behind

human printing turned
out to be a certified psychopath,

Alan Manikova.

I think it's him.

Are you sure?

There was this series
of particularly brutal murders

targeting homeless people
and only one eyewitness account.

But it matched Alan
Manikova's appearance to a tee.

The cops thought they had their
man, except Manikova had a short-flyer alibi.

At the time of the murder, he was getting

his makeup done for
a children's science show.

But the cops had his
number. When they raided Manikova's

house, they brought two
sets of handcuffs and warrants.

They were on to him. Or
rather, they were on to them.

Which one's Manikova Prime? You? Or you?

Yep, uh, there were two. One
for the murder and one for the alibi.

Manikova had printed another
Manikova without the company knowing.

So here's a question for you. Are they

accomplices or did one
act under the other's orders?

Are these separate and independent
crimes or were they one person from the get-go?

They only get half portions
in jail or they get a full meal each.

Police, legal experts,
philosophers, everyone was stumped.

But while Manikova one and two were
both locked up in an interrogation room,

another homeless
man was brutally murdered.

Lo and behold, Manikova three.

I think it was some
cheap tabloid reporter who

called them multiples
or some professor or something.

Whoever came up with it, it stuck.

And pretty soon the word
multiples spread fear and contempt.

So multiples are an
abomination. They destroy the natural order.

Each soul shall only have
one body, right? One soul, one body.

The Lord, he only
blesses this one-to-one union.

But former Congressman Marshall does
have a point worth considering it would be a

shame not to explore the potential
application of this advanced technology.

I was happy to receive an
invitation from this committee.

You were subpoenaed, Mr. Marshall.

Sure, sure. In any
case, I want to take this

opportunity to speak
as an expedition commander.

Human printing is a
sin. Multiples are Satan's work.

However, I've been
contemplating how can we use

this abomination for
our common economic benefit.

I propose a trial run of human printing

far from Earth
under the strictest oversight,

limiting such individuals to one per

expedition, per planet,
under the designation expendable.

Multiples, in the case of multiples,
we exterminate every offending individual in

totality, mind and body,
all for the sake of public service.

On this Nivelheim
expedition, all multiples will

immediately be arrested,
executed and permanently deleted.

Oh, man. What the hell is this guy?

Nascha told me that Mickey 3 was whiny
and clingy. 5 was indecisive, and apparently

8 was pretty annoying and kind of
stupid, but none of them were complete nut jobs.

Even this lunatic is scared of being
a multiple-doll. That's permanent deletion.

You're trying to trash me in the cycler.

If one of us has to
go, it ain't gonna be me.

What happened with you?

We have to rest. We can split the work
of it, too. And we can take turns starting.

You're 18, so you
can take all your number to

die. I'll just cover
1921 and the hot numbers.

Are you afraid to die?

Kind of, yeah.

You died plenty of
times. What are you so scared of?

Till now, I died,
and I was just born again.

You know? It felt
like it was me continuing on.

But now, once I
die, it'll be over for me.

It'll be you living
on. You get what I mean?

I don't like you.
You're such a little bitch.

But I'm you, huh?

I'm not you. I'm not gonna
live like you. I'm gonna kill you.

What the fuck, man?
Are you trying to get notice?

They don't even have
cameras. Take that off, dumbass.

Amateur? Your first time?

No, no. This is the
purest stuff, right? Undelimited?

Who do you think you're talking to?

This is pure un-got
oxy. It's fucking rare. You

only get two
oxyzofo-capsis and one flamethrower, man.

What is that?

I feel it.

What are you doing?
That's not a thing. Open

it. Should we just
kill that son of a bitch?

What?

Don't act surprised. Your
memories are my memories. Your

money blow. That bastard put
most of the loans under our name.

The Darius Blanks ledger,
where you're the ones on the lookout.

That needs fat checking.

Have fun, man.

Let's kill him.

Are you crazy? He's like my only
friend. Forever. Same warfare as me, shit.

Wait, wait.

Deemo!

Mickey, what?

Looks like business is blowing up, huh?

What are you talking about?

Another jokey coming in.

Deemo!

Deemo!

Hey! Are you mental?

Give me a quick kill and I'll
get out of here, but I'll kill you!

What the fuck is this?

Come down lower, you
fucking idiot! Okay. Okay. Come on.

Mickey, help me.

What is that? Why is
it so red? That looks hot.

What are you doing?

I want you to have a
car dying, you son of a bitch.

What?

Come on.

Stop. Stop!

Oh, is that Mickey?

Hey, what's going on?

Mickey, what are you doing here?

Uh, Deemo accidentally
fell in, but uh, he's out right now.

I want to keep Deemo,
motherfucker. Watch what you say.

What happened? You okay?

What's up with your hand?

I was taking out the
trash and I tripped into the hole.

I would have been a goner if not
for Mickey. I almost became a psychopath.

Hey. You all right?

Don't you stay in bed. It's only
been a few hours since you were printed.

Oh, yeah, I should have died.

You heard the rooming?

Huh?

Some guy out here is
stealing undiluted oxyzones.

What? That's crazy.
That's pretty messed up.

Between us, Deemo?

Mm-hmm.

I drop here and there before
bed to take the edge off. I get it.

But the pure uncut
stuff is crossing the line.

Oh, yeah, absolutely. That's...bad.

Nasha, take Mickey
home. I'll wrap up here.

Yes. Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Well, today I feel like it'd be six.

Be set.

Yeah.

Flying Nasha.

Oh!

Oh, I'm staring at
the right place without you.

What's going on?

Mm.

Mickey.

B6.

B6 was our stash.

Mickey?

Hey, brother.

I was just headed to your
room to catch you, but here you are.

Looking good, Mickey.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

You stand there. Arm around, please.

Great. Good.

Big smile, Mickey. Would you...

Yeah, big smile.

Hold on. Great.

I'm sorry. Could you just stand there?

Great. Thank you. Okay.

And...action.

Congratulations.

This month's lucky
winner, the fortunate soul,

will have the privilege of
a private dinner at the camera,

who will have a private dinner with
the one and only Kenneth Marshall, is...

Don't have a barrel.

Yeah.

It's Mickey.

Great. Big smile.

Smile.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Amazing. Okay, cut.

Kenneth Marshall
wants you to come ASAP, okay?

He's got a whole
feast prepared just for you.

The Lord is truly
blessing you today, Mickey.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

I need to go back to my room.

You get to stuff
your fucking face, Mickey.

I bet that freak is probably
drooling all over my beautiful nasha already.

It's disgusting.

What's even more disgusting is
that I'm drooling at the thought of the

tenderloin steak I
ordered for Marshall's dinner.

This is so wrong.

So glad you seem to be enjoying it.

How's the sauce?

Oh.

Oh, sorry. Sorry. Please continue.

Yeah, yeah. Mickey, listen, going
back to everything that happened with...

Jennifer?

Yes, Jennifer.

Jennifer...

Jilted.

I know, I know.

When we lost our dear Jennifer Chilton,

I may have gotten a little angry
and said some terribly unkind things.

I know it's late and I want to apologize.

Oh, he's always like this.

Such an adorable man and
then somebody's all cutthroat.

Nothing. I'm
trying to make it here again.

Sorry. You're still
squishy, fresh out of the printer.

Continue feeding yourself.

Oh, anyway, we have
another special guest here. Hi, Kai.

Sorry I'm late.

You look very nice.

Thank you.

Come, come.

It's good to see you.

Sit.

You okay? Emotionally?

Yeah, if you're fine, sir. Thank you.

I'm glad to hear it,
Kai. I'm so sorry about Jennifer.

I hear you were
extremely close, your best friend,

but I knew you'd
stay strong through our law.

Thank you, ma'am.

But we didn't invite
you here simply to comfort you.

We've had our eyes on you, Kans.

Oh, me, sir.

May I ask why?

You're one of us.

With your impeccable genetics,

you are the perfect
specimen for the colony I envision.

Thank you, sir.

That's why the church, I mean, company,

has chosen me to lead this expedition.

There is beyond
saving us all, it's muddy people.

But you hear something special,

and I am creating a
world on a pure white planet

full of superior people like you and us.

Isn't that right, darling?

Yes. It's his vision.

His senseability.

But let's be honest,
with your medical records in hand,

you ran to join our
expedition instead of one of those

pathetic planets
where they plant microchips

in their
artificially inseminated baby embryos.

You really are the perfect candidate

for Niflheim's natural child
birthing program, aren't you, dear?

Mr. Marshall, am I just a uterus to you?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's nothing like that, Kai.

No, this man is
not one to objectify women.

All my husband means to
save is he has very high standards.

His only dream is of a planet
exclusively for a pure human race.

That consumes real crops and real meat

and dinners with
delicate, delicious sauces.

Oh, sauce is the
true lit moustache of supply.

The true lit moustache of civilization.

People who devour
burnt meat are barbarians.

Do try the sauce,
Kai. Here. I made it myself.

Oh, thank you.

But first, I'd like to say
a few words in Jennifer's memory.

A prayer.

Always ready for a prayer.

Jennifer, when I first met
you at the cafeteria four years ago,

you were...

You were...

Dear Lord,

Jennifer Chilton's one and only soul

was taken from her wonderful friend, Kai.

Dear Lord,

Jennifer Chilton...

Rejoice in the Lord,

our one and only,

Almighty, let us sing

for our Father's grace.

Thank God, Almighty, free at last,

we're going to the promised land,

the sea of white in your life,

your kingdom in front of our eyes.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Apology, sir. This is embarrassing.

The cultured month that he just
gave includes an experimental growth warning.

Obviously, it's still
risky. I'm so very sorry, sir.

You're sure it's not
because he was eating so much

he was stuffing his friggin' pile?

No, not quite, sir. You
see the red rash on his neck.

It's a side effect
of the growth hormones.

I'm so ashamed.

I take full responsibility

and resign my position immediately.

No, no, no, not at all.

I mean, artificial meat is crap.

How are we supposed to approve
it unless we fail upward to perfection?

No.

Arkady, stand tall on
your failures like me, my friend.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Commander, so you were testing
out your in-flight TV dinner on him?

In-flight TV dinner?

Is that what the
young troops are calling it now?

Excuse me.

Are you in a lot of pain?

I'm being punished.

What?

It's my punishment.

I should have gone
to Mars and not come here.

Dorothy, bring me Purple Joe.

Sir, you remember the
special painkiller we've been developing?

Yeah, Purple Joe. It's a
quick picture of your agents, right?

Yes, since Mickey
hears it's such awful pain,

it's a perfect opportunity to try a
little test, so give it to a great alright.

Come on, Purple Joe.

Don't touch him, please.

Mickey, can you see me?

Mickey?

Mickey! Get back down there.

Mickey?

Mickey, that's bad.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, what are you doing?

Apologies, sir. The
painkiller's not working.

Don't film this
press. Please. Turn it off.

This is better, right? More humane.

Yes, sir. More humane.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no. What are you doing?

Huh?

You can't turn a
hole in my fucking carpet.

Well, we'll just shoot him from the side.

What about the blood?
This is a Persian taper ist.

How do you calm down?

Shoot now.

What the hell is going on?

This was supposed
to be a fucking thinner.

He's your guest.

Agent Guy Katz, what
the hell's going on with you?

He's a meat matrix.
He's a goddamn print job.

Inexpendable.

He signed up for this.

Yes, sir.

This is for our planet, agent.

I'm sorry, sir.

Come on.

Please don't shoot.

Oh, Ken.

I don't think so.

He still seems
like he's in a lot of pain.

Of course he is.

Oh, no.

Are you really okay?

Just thank you for dinner.

My room's just there.

You need to clean up and rest, Mickey.

Don't worry about me.

I can walk here.

I just need to get back to my room.

Nice, it's about to...

Actually, we're going to mine.

Here. It's dry.

I drink this
whenever I have a stomach ache.

It's from Earth.

It's precious.

So I've been saving it.

But I made some for you.

Thanks.

Sit.

You know, Mickey,

I didn't want to ask you this.

But just this once, okay?

And I'm so sorry.

What's it like...

...dying?

You're asking for the Jennifer.

Yeah.

We lost eyes...

...in the last moment.

What did you feel...

...as all that ice
came crashing down on her?

I can't stop thinking about it.

I don't think it's what I usually feel.

I die so often.

Because you know you're
going to wake up again, right?

Because you die knowing that.

I know.

I always feel scared.

It's terrible...

...dying.

I hate it.

No matter how many times I go through it,

it's scary.

Still.

Always, every time.

But you're here.

And Jennifer isn't.

Out there.

The entire universe.

She's nowhere.

You don't look like you're printed out.

You're just a person.

Are you in La Chateau?

I have to go.

Lasha, please forgive me.

The guy that you're having is sexual.

It's not me.

It's not me.

You motherfucker.

How do you touch her?

Seventeen.

I need this to happen, Azzavoyne.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait. Stand next to each other.

Wait, I hate this all.

What?

Yeah, I want you to look the same.

Oh my God.

Lasha, how can you laugh right now?

This is a multiples violation.

I'm as good as dead.

Oh, come on.

When else am I going to get this chance?

Think about it.

It would be so
psych if there were two of me.

This is mild Mickey.

And this is Habanero Mickey.

This is so exciting.

It's so different.

Lasha, you're different
too. You don't seem like yourself.

Oh, Jesus. You
just did oxyzofal with him?

Just a teeny tiny
bit with a ton of water.

What, two on some?

Yeah, yeah, relax. Just take it easy.

Lasha, this piece of shit just tried
to kill me earlier, right here in this room.

Look, I was bleeding.

Like you weren't
thinking of trying the same thing.

I saw you sneaking up behind me.

Hey, hey, shut up. Shut up.

Sit down.

Oh, hey, attention.

From now on, I'm going to
feed you both as often as I can,

so be good boys and don't fight.

Now, anything tells me you
guys have sorted it out already.

E half, work half.

Alternating deaths, even to not.

It's a great system. Negotiating that.

So everyone just chill.

Okay?

You live a salon for a second.

What? What's the problem?

Look, I'm leaving.

Oh, you're such a baby.

I just gotta need some oxyzophil.

Relax.

Is that the door?

Um...

Oh, fuck.

Kai!

Way up. Let's talk.

Talk about what?

I don't care about your private life.

Okay, fine. But what's up?

What's rush? Where you going?

I just witnessed the
multiples violation with my own eyes.

I has a need to have a duty to record it.

Okay, fine.

Since when have you
been coming to Mickey's room?

This is your first time, right?

What's up with you and Kai, bro?

Why was she here?

What are you supposed to do now?

Straight to Marsha
and report us, isn't she?

You need to relax.

Marsha's handling it.

She can convince anybody of anything.

Whew. Oh, my God.

Besides, there's some more on us.

I'm busy with this clown show.

You eyes, you will wander in the dust

and lay them on this
beautiful, manly, handsome, honking...

This fucker. Such an attention whore.

With charisma.

And what did that
asshole serve for dinner?

Was it good or this?

You really want to know
what went down at that dinner?

So, the one with 17 on his chest,

that's the Mickey that
was in my room just before?

Mm-hmm.

And the one you were
grabbing, he's 18, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

You can have 18 on a take 17.

Well, there's two of them. Why not share?

All right.

So, you get this straight.

He was shitting your pants on the floor,

and he comes up and stabs
you in the neck with a syringe.

That's what happened.

Oh, I wasn't like shitting my pants.

I was... I was puking up a little bit.

That's not the point!

I've seen you rubbing up on
Mickey every chance you get, you fuckface.

You know, I've always wanted
to kick the living shit out of you.

Oh, now, sir, come on.
I'm trying to be considerate.

Mickey, 17...

was about to
double-dip, if you know what I mean.

Move on from you to me.

In fact, we almost...

Double-dip?

Shut up!

Mickey is not some
cookie you can split in half.

17 and 18 are both Mickey.

Both my Mickey.

So then after
Marshall fucks you sideways.

You really let him have it, right?

Right!

What did you say?

I was gonna say to...

I said thank you for dinner.

You said what?

Thank you for dinner.

Thank you for fucking what?!

I'm gonna go...

Don't throw it in my head!

Before he blows your brains out!

God, you son of a bitch!

Fucking loser!

I...

I guess I am convolution.

What...

is that?

What you are?

With it!

It's not your fault.

Let's kill that fucker.

This guy with the killing age.

Kill this, kill that.

Why don't we kill everybody?

You can stay here
and watch TV if you want.

Wait, wait, are you serious?

You can't negotiate
shit with that attitude.

Hey, Jesus. You're not gonna get me.
You're not gonna get me. Wait that attitude.

Hey, Jesus.

You're high on oxygen.

Mickey!

You can't come here to stop him.

What?!

Where's he going?!

Why? Why? Why?

Commander Marshall cutting
into that big beautiful handsome rock.

Beautiful.

It's sleek, hot, exquisite.

Exquisite.

This is where our names will be etched.

Mine and yours.

And you!

And you!

And you!

And you, my beautiful Yoko.

Almost every single one of you
will be remembered throughout history

as the proud founders of
Nifflheim's first generation.

Of cornerstone, black diamond.

Beautiful of shimmering purity.

This rock will become the
symbolic monument of Nifflheim.

The one and only pure colony planet.

The one and only Nifflheim!

The one and only Nifflheim!

Don't touch us, sir!

Oh, maybe it's contagious!

It's contagious!

You'll catch us die!

Stay home, back damage!

Stay with me.

Initiate stay home.

And you!

And you have no food.

And I'll cut it.

Arrest him. Fucking multimers.

Tell the committee you are
aiming at the creeper behind Marshall.

Otherwise you could
get permanently deleted.

Fuck that shit. You really think
Captain Crane Pie is going to let us live?

He's probably going to shoot us himself.

He's a nut job. He
doesn't listen to anybody.

He's the biggest dumbest
nut job out of all of Mickey's.

And that's saying
something. He screwed my entire life up.

Oh really? We all
got fucked the minute you

decided not to die
and came crawling home to me.

I wasn't my fault.
I was a creeper's fault.

Creeper?

Well if that creeper
is eating me like they're

supposed to then we
won't be in the situation.

But they'll kick me
out and not a goddamn multiple.

They kicked you out?

Yeah. You're all
pushing me and pulling me

and they all threw me back into the snow.

Maybe I don't look tasty
enough or smell off. I don't know.

Maybe I was in some kind of sauce.

Hold on. You're
telling me they saved you.

Think about it. You shouldn't have
died in that crevice. The creeper saved you.

I guess if you put it like
that, it'll sort of sand me off.

Maybe I should have said thank you.

Yeah. I don't think they
were going to eat you. Right?

Oh my God. We have to report
this to science. They save humans.

Yeah. People need to know this.

They saved me.

Hey. Where's the fucking ladder?
You're supposed to bring a fucking ladder.

I don't know.

Here. On the up.

Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop. I'll do it myself.

I'm coming down
myself. Get the fuck off me.

Come on. Hey,
T-Mall. What are you doing here?

Oh, wow. You two and me
are multiples, huh? But it's you.

Yeah, I see it in that schmuck face
here. You're the one that gave me this. Right?

Oopsie.

Here you go, guys.
You guys must be starving.

Thanks, man. I
knew you'd be coming for us.

What are you up to? What's all that?

So, um, here's the thing.

I need to shoot a
video and send it to Earth ASAP.

Video? T-R-F?

Yeah. Um, it's for, uh, Darius Blank.

Darius Blank? Who's that?

Found this at my door today.

It's written by hand.

It's a beautiful handwriting.

It's from Darius Blank's associate.

Yeah. It is associate.

Fuckin' his associate.

You know what I mean? Like, of course.

Of course the loan
shark of all fucking loan

sharks would figure out
a way to send one of his guys

to follow us all the way here to Nifflheim, to where we are right
now. That's like a million fucking miles from the World L and the Earth.

That's fucking crazy.

A video file that
captures the details of death.

Read the back.

It says "chop up
into a minimum of 13 pieces."

Chop up?

What the fuck is this?

Hey, what did I say about the close-up?

Close-up is more important, okay?

So take the 32K camera and
put it over here for Mr. Darius Blank.

You understand?

I'm sorry, Nicky.

It's all there, right, in the letter.

If I shoot this video and I
send it to him, he'll let me live.

If I don't, you're gonna send
their guy and he's gonna kill me first.

What am I supposed to do?

Come on, dude. If
I die, that's it for me.

But you're expendable to
just print you right back out.

Please, Nicky, I'm your friend.

Okay, please do this
for your friend one time.

You gotta do this for
me, man. I'm your brother.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, shit.

Should've killed this
guy when he had the chance.

You gotta just do
this for me this one time.

That's all I'm asking. I'm so sorry.

Stop crying, you prick!

Get on my fucking nerves.

Why don't you guys do
rock, paper, scissors, okay?

And then we'll just
shoot the loose for you.

No?

All right. Shoot him.

Him?

Yeah, him.

I wasn't expecting
that. I thought you'd choose him.

Yeah, you'd think so, but
the soft one's easier. Come on.

You're a dumb fucking bitch, T-mo.

If you do this and
once the space lets you

live, you think that'll be the end of it?

You don't think I'll tell
you two fucking pieces myself?

Oh, my God. What is the big deal?

Just take me instead.

What?

He's chopping me up, not him.

Look at him.

He shot him one time with a tager.

It's like he just boofed
a fucking electric heel, man.

But you can chop my whole
body up into ten Mickey Chunks,

and I'll still be
first to the-- first to Shimi.

Head held high.

Darius will love that.

I just need a little of your help.

My help?

Um, can't anymore of that, uh,

Toxie's hopeful.

Yeah, I got some Toxie.

But undiluted.

You want-- you want
undiluted Toxie right now.

Yeah.

Just think of it as the--

think of it as the
final cigarette before execution.

So at least you could do for a friend.

Give him yours.

What? Come on.

No.

I'll give you a
freebie next time. You know me.

This was expensive.

The keys!

Nasha!

It's all--

Do it!

Nasha! What are you doing?

What's going on here?

Nasha.

Stay for me.

That did kind of shock me a bit.

I mean, she literally was going
to cut his head off with a chainsaw.

But then I thought
about it and I was so touched.

She's the only person
who'd ever lose it like that over me.

And it wasn't the first time either.

Hello?

Should we help you?

Shh.

Take it off. I need to go
in there. I need to go in there.

Why don't you take it off?

I am going in there.
You've left him in there alone.

That's his job.

I don't care!

It's his job.

Okay, look. I'm
going to call security guy.

I don't know what--

I am security!

Get me the suit!

Please, please, please.

I'm going to be
behind people in the old riot.

Oh, come on.

Okay.

Nasha, she's the only one
who's always been there for me.

She's always loved me.

Every me.

Every me.

Even him.

The me I don't understand at all.

What is this?

Oh, you don't know about this.

They've been circling the
whole night and still more coming in.

What are they doing?

We don't know.

They can break
through solid ice and stone.

Imagine if they all come from this ship.

Terrifying.

But he couldn't even tear
through the sock at the cafeteria.

You hear that?

It's coming from the
one we captured yesterday.

Just keep going, keep going.

Wait, wait. You mean the baby?

Well, yeah. It's been
screaming and crying like one.

And that's when
they all started gathering.

Hey, I can't stop it.

That was the one that
I keep holding my eyes to.

Never mind.

Hi. How you doing?

Excuse me.

Come on.

Sorry, passing through.

Hey, why didn't they
set up the situation room there?

Beats me. I was just
told to bring the prisoner.

Apparently, Otha made a big
scene. She wants the creeper now.

Darcy, I have crucial
information about the creepers.

Mickey needs to find an
official court with the head of science.

Oh, wait.

Yes, I knew it.

Yesterday, at the cafeteria,
when you held on to the baby, I saw it.

You saw that?

I don't know what it means to me.

Oh, so you're disemitating.

Well, originally--

Don't think. I'm coming.

It's really hectic
right now. Let's talk later.

We're recording the sounds to see
if we can analyze any kind of pattern.

The committee is
declaring a level three emergency.

Soul Command and Control has been granted

to Commander
Marshall by a vote of 36 to 21.

Thank you.

What an event.

This is a truly novel ingredient.

This opens up a whole
new world of potential sauces.

Oh, it's such a great, um--

How should I put it? Uh--

Opportunity, ma'am.

Yes, quite the opportunity, just super--

Yes, it is a super opportunity.

Oh, wow.

It's such a godsend, too.

It is free from
harmful pathogens, correct?

Yes, ma'am. Sure.

Which decade is it, Mickey 18?

Jim's head still!

Now I can tell you two apart.

Filthy multiples.

Oh, yeah. That does seem fair.

Oh, goodness. Bright meat.

That's nothing, honey.

Wait till these two are
scorched sausages in the cyclone.

How are you gonna handle that stench?

Mickey.

I'm so sorry.

You two.

This brick stores your memories, right?

Now you'll watch as I
permanently delete your being from it.

That way you'll understand
the meaning and terror of finality.

No more reprints!

That's what you both
should be thinking when you die.

Dead forever?

Now that the memory is
gone, which body goes first?

One of the times, twice the fun.

Creepy.

Commander Marshall, Sam.

I say a few words.

Regardless of who
burns first, the simple fact is,

we currently have
two Micky's here before us.

Just to no fault in
their part, I might add,

one of them is being falsely
accused of firing his gun at you.

But the truth is,

he was concerned for your safety.

He was the first to notice the second
creeper coming out of the stone behind you,

and as you were well aware,
the day an expendable is printed--

Enough!

You, defending these idiots,
should be mopping up your own shit.

Illegal possession of oxyzophil,
concealment of a multiples violation.

It's disappointing.

An attempted murder
with a fucking chainsaw?

I mean, it's quite the colorful
rap sheet, don't you think, Miss Barrage?

Mmm, the clouds of war are billowing.

Look at those Burmans swum.

Mankind must unite
at this critical juncture.

Why are we wasting our
time with these drugs of society?

Spoken like a true
wartime commander, sir.

Very impressive.

And a fine entry to add to your
collection of battle quotes, if I may.

You like that? I do.

More of that? Please.

You keep mentioning
that we're in a state of war.

May I be so bold as to
offer two observations, sir?

I'd be my guest.

Firstly, fighting a war requires
a huge amount of energy and calories.

Seeing as we're in the early stages of

settlement and our
survival is in the balance,

I wonder whether
this expenditure is prudent.

Secondly, our
apparent enemies are the creepers,

but do we know whether
they actually want to engage in war?

For hours, they've been swirling
in circles, doing nothing but waiting.

My God, Agent Barrage.

You used to be a
five-time Marshal Cup champion,

agent of the month.

And now, now you're
sweating over these alien insects?

How far you've fallen?

What are you gonna do when they tear
a hole in their ship and tear off your ass?

These grotesque shit-givin'--

Grotesque or not, they are
the native inhabitants of this planet.

And we have proof
that they saved one of us.

They didn't eat him or attack him.

Saved and not eaten who?

Uh...me.

They...they saved me.

Of course they didn't
eat you! You're crap, Pooh!

You're recycled spam, baby!

You get chewed up and shit
out over and over and over again!

Well, I guess they
aren't just stupid bugs, honey.

I mean, they knew to pass on crap, junk.

They must have some cognitive ability.

Exactly.

Actually, they exhibit
signs of high intelligence.

They may be able to
engage in meaningful conversation.

And we're analyzing this, and...

Sir, you must try
communicating with them yourself.

We're developing a sort of translator.

Like that? You
mean...you think I'm an idiot?

Oh...

Four and a half years
across the fucking galaxy!

Just to hear these goddamn alien squawks!

Tell me how the fuck
that makes any sense! Somebody!

How does this make any sense?

How does your bullshit make any sense?

You know, your fucking fuckface is
what really doesn't make any fucking sense!

You fucking idiot!

You call them aliens!

We're the aliens, dumbass!
They would have been here before us!

And Mickey!

Mickey was always just Mickey Barnes!

Do you even understand what that means?

They were just living their lives
before you came in with your bullshit!

And you think you get to
decide who lives and who dies?

You are a dumb fuck!

No wonder you blew the
elections, you fucking moron.

No! No, no, no! No, stop!

What the fuck is wrong
with you? You're haunting a baby!

Wait.

What?

Falling in three, two, one.

Finally, she shut the fuck up.

This is clearly
abuse, one kiss after the other.

Rolling.

Into 32K.

I'm sure you get everything.

No, impressive teeth.

We need more of our guys.

Sir, now might be the prime
time to initiate total extermination.

The ones out there
alone would be more than enough.

What are you talking about?

We're gonna gas
them, we're gonna gas them all.

Look, what's that look for?

Still not a cop, that and your failure?

No, no, sir, our COTI 3.0 has
gone through several meticulous stages.

Our COTI 3.0 is the ultimate nerve gas.

I have every confidence in it, sir.

As you should,
Arkati, this has to succeed.

I'll put it in my prayers.

This is the day
we've been waiting for, sir.

Future historians will
mark today as error-defining

for cleansing
dangerous species on colony planets.

Why don't you board
the flitter yourself later?

You mean when we spray the gas? Yeah.

I pulled the trigger? Exactly, sir.

If you write the lead flitter
and appear to commandeer the operation,

the footage I get, it will be historic.

And the members, the church
members back on Earth, they will adore it.

Yes, yes, the company.

All right, it's time we
initiate operation total extermination.

Honey, can I have a word with you?

Yes, ma'am.

I've got an idea.

I hope you both can
appreciate what a great honor

my wife is bestowing on your shit stains.

And so I could press
both buttons simultaneously.

Yes, sir, press them, and
they'll go off at the same time.

They'll also explode automatically if
they exit the range of their remote control.

You hear that? I have you by the
balls. Don't even think of running off.

You'll each be given a
primitive weapon as you head out.

You cut off as many
creeper tails as you can,

and the first make you to
bring back 100 tails is the winner.

And the winner doesn't die.

But the loser goes...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A world keeps going from here.

Your job is to make them scream so loudly

that every last creeper
comes running in to save them.

We'll kill two birds
with one stone, right, honey?

Oh, absolutely. 100 tails is enough
to make enough sauce to last a couple years.

Better be on your toes.

One false move and you're man-burger.

I get it. It's all punishment.)

What was that?

My entire life's a goddamn punishment.

Off pressing that button when I was five.

Oh, this again.

Accident was caused by
a car defect. You know that?

I don't know.

Well, it wasn't
pressing that stupid button.

It wasn't mom's driving either.

Only times I gotta tell you.

I'm sorry, Mickey.

Mickey, you need to move like now.

Can you at least put the ramp down?

We can't do that right now. I'm sorry.

You're gonna have to jump.

Mickey!

Mickey!

Wait! Mickey!

Take this.

It's not finished, but it might
help you communicate with the creepers.

Let's go. It's like a translator thing?

Yes. Good luck.

For what it's worth, I
doubt Marshall will kill both of you.

Come on.

Well, I...

Anyway, this device, I got a job to do.

All right. They
saved me. Now I save them.

What are those fuckers doing?

Even I can count dozens of
fresh tales they're leaving behind.

Are they out of their minds?

Oh, honey.

Should I just press the button?

Whoa.

Let's sit back and walk.

They'll start
chopping tails as soon as they

realize one of them
has to outlive the other.

Hey!

It's me! Wait!

You gotta run away!

You gotta get them all out of here!

You gotta go back to your case!

Oh, back to your case!

All right.

You're all gonna die.

What?

Oh, hello.

Um...

Yes, I just... I wanted...

About last time I...

I wanted to say...

Thank you.

Um...

Do you remember me right?

Me, Kim.

I didn't know my name.

Secret.

Wait, are they having a conversation?

Yes.

We already explained it just now.

How is this possible?

Oh, well, it's still a
prototype, but it's like a translator device.

Dor... Dorothy?

Oh, no, where's Dorothy?

I can't hear a thing with all the static.

I mean, even the video! Shit!

Apology, sir. The snowstorm
is exacerbating the absorption...

What about this?
Will this detonator work?

Yes, sir. That is a special
shortwave signal, so it'll be fine.

And who's that big one there?

Is that the Queen Bee and the Bunch?

It looks like a croissant dipped in shit.

Uh, official reports
are still being finalized,

but we think everything
revolves around that one, the Mama Creeper.

So that one's the boss, like you?

Say what?

You gotta get out of here, or
they're gonna kill you all with this death gas.

That gas on Arkati
3.0, I got blasted with that.

It's seriously insanely painful.

Do you know what gas is? Gas?

I...

I gas...

Mind your own business, stupid.

Mind my own business? What about you?

Why'd you save him at the cave?

Should kill him?

No. No.

We're very grateful, that's all.

Then why?

Why kill Luca?

Uh... Luca?

Baby Luca?

Oh.

You grope.

Shattered.

Blood.

Yeah, uh... Oh, that's uh...

That's Luca.

We save you.

You kill Luca.

So what's the name of the
other baby? The one on the ship?

Zoko.

Kill Zoko, too?

What if Zoko dies? What will you do?

Death.

All.

You mean all humans.

That's Dingser.

How?

Easy.

Easy.

Cover your ear.

But I will explode.

Brain explode.

All of you.

Stasha!

Stasha!

Stasha!

Stasha!

Oh, look out!

What's wrong with him?

What's wrong with him?
And they're saying something.

What is that idiot saying?

It's not sign language.

C... 3?

3?

C3?

Not C3.

7, severe.

Bring her in.

Bring the baby.

Bring the roomy!

We don't bring Entei.

You're all here early.

Honey, this doesn't sit well with me.

Why are those two losers
chatting to the boss of the Bugs?

They think they're
negotiating on behalf of mankind.

You should be standing out there,
sir, ushering in this historic moment.

Two bosses meeting face
to face in climactic snowstorm,

the moment of destiny.

All you have to do is go out there.

I know I can create an iconic scene,

a decisive moment in the
history of the Niflheim settlement.

Oh, I can picture it now,

adorning the ceiling and
the walls of the Grand Champion.

Yes, ma'am. Yes.

One final touch, sir.

I think it would be
great if you give them a message

before spraying the gas.

A message?

Without such poignancy,

today will be a third-rate carnival

where we spray cheap
pesticide over cockroaches.

Yes, they are
disgusting, filthy, evil insects.

Right? It will be their last moment.

And you could offer
them a few merciful words

as a proper farewell,

like a wise benevolent priest.

Get me a camera
crew, tell the first squad,

and meet me fully armed. Yes, sir.

My love, the situation, and yours.

Shall we meet again?

C-3, not sure you want to move.

I don't think.

I'm gonna get so close at C.

I mean it!

Not enough.

But what else?

We lose Luca.

One.

And he's fair.

He's fair?

And we have to contribute to death?

Yes.

There.

One of yours.

Die.

So if we bring back Delco State,

and a human dies...

Peace.

Can you hear me?

Camera crew, in a train, you can't be...

Okay, the radio
signal's a little passive right now,

so the close speaker
will be on your airplane to come.

You need two, dude. You told me.

I will have to take
you to school with everyone.

I'll do this!

I'll do the dance!

Do not!

I'll take you to the plane!

I'm down.

I'm not here to film you.

Really great.

Okay, right after your speech, sir,

we'll close the canopy at once,

and that'll be the
signal for the air squad.

Spray that gas.

Glorious annihilation, sir.

You. Yes, you. Come here.

What's your name, Matthew?

Oh, Matthew, you
have the face of an angel.

Here, try my sides.

Here you go.

Tell me what you think.

She's primed for spinal fracture!

I'm going to rip this vicious...

No, no, no, no. Take it easy.

Take it easy.

One snap and it's instant death.

Nasha Barrage, what do you want?

The baby.

We have to take it to the moment.

That's all? Yes.

Guarantee us a safe exit.

Yes, you want to see me break her neck.

No, Nasha, please don't.

Look, we secure
Nasha's exit as negotiated.

Nasha, can you release her carefully?

Let me get the baby. Be careful.

Nasha, are you okay? I need to hurry.

Can I get a flitter? I doubt it.

You'll have to run.

Arrest that fucking bitch!

Today, you and the
commander have displayed

an impressive range
of verbal and physical abuse

and acts of cruelty that
far exceeds your granted authority.

You want to be executed from near me?

All video evidence of abuse

will be presented to
the committee for review.

I suggest you have
answers prepared for your hearing.

Thanks, Eek.

Maintain control on site.

When we're at a high
speed among the creepers, sir,

we'll start slowly circling the creature.

Not only the cue to
begin your final speech,

the other camera will
track alongside you from the outside,

making the scene
absolutely spectacular, sir.

I'll keep my speech short and tight.

A marvelous address with Tony added.

And then I'll blow off
the mickey who boot-kipping at.

You can do this, Nasha.

We'll get things under control inside.

Okay, okay.

See ya. Good luck!

Nasha's gonna pay this all out.

It's all over, backseat.

Who is that?

Who's coming?

Oh, shit.

Wait.

But it's bullshit.

Which one's your mama?

What the fuck am I
supposed to be looking at?

When I make my speech!

I was gonna send a bomb or something, ye!

Now I'm what they're asking for!

Is that the secret ready?

Yes, sir. Load it now.

We're gonna blast
that mama face into a flamian.

It needs a fucking speech.

I'll go hard.

That's the mama
there, sir! Can you see it?

That's a different show!

Yes, it's our end!

It's not our death!

Sorry, sir.

Richard!

That's her! That's her!

Come and say goodbye.

What happened?

Blast into the nearest pile!

Turn to the wall, so we get to the mama!

Smash them!

Camera! Make sure to get the bloody guns!

Wait!

That one there!

Choose that one fast and bigger!

Fire! Fire now!

Yes, sir!

Go, sir, the mama!

Hack-a-jack! You fucking idiot!

No! No, sir!

Don't worry. Oh, my God.

Nasha!

I knew you would make it.

Is it maybe okay?

What's happening?

We have Zogo!

Master, fuck, fuck!

Oh, Nasha.

Zogo's okay, right?

Hey!

Are you serious?

Why do you make it?

You're also a friend.

We're both a friend.

Yeah, I'm afraid.

I need you human.

You're important.

Come to me, my boy.

Okay, guys.

Guys, don't be shy.

If you sit down, take your feet.

The groundbreaking
ceremony will come later,

but we'll start
with the expendable stuff.

Mickey, Mickey,
come up to the front, mate.

Could someone
please sit on the front row,

you fucking introvert?

Hello, everyone.

I'm Nasha Barridge,
member of the committee.

After weeks of
debate, we have finally come

to this momentous day,

the day we abolish
the expendables program.

I would like to thank
my fellow committee members

for their support.

I've been really feeling them, love,

and especially for
fighting right to the end

and persuading the committee

to permanently abolish human printing.

I would like to thank
our very own Mickey Barnes.

And to be fair, I'm just so fucking happy

I get to grow old with Mickey

and with me stuck
and getting old by my summer.

Okay?

Despite the hours of people's discussions

at Tripp Place, the committee of the...

So you hit the button.

Wait.

Nasha will give the signal.

You hit the button.

Wait. And over there.

Do I get up and press it or...

No. In my secret.

I honestly couldn't give the fuck.

Henceforth, on Nipplheim, as on Earth,

human printing is
now permanently abolished.

Here today, the
human printer will be burned to ashes

and erased from memory.

Nasha's such a natural.

I think she could even run
for committee chair next election.

It blows my mind still
to think that this amazing woman

just six months ago
was riding with the rest of us

in that shitty prison.

The day Marshall got blown to dust,

Ilfo went into shock
and was taken to the psych ward.

Rumors went around
that she slit her wrists there.

Everyone else
involved was shoved into jail,

and somehow Lucky
Timo squeezes out on parole.

But as soon as he
got out, he spent every day

dreading the
moment he'd come face to face

with the man who delivered the letter.

The Associate of Darius Blank.

One day, finally jumped him.

It was a fight to the death.

In the end, the Associate became a...

Cyclosoup.

Except for one ear.

Even at the trial, Timo
chooses to represent himself.

As he had his grip on me,

he brought his knife
around to my midsection right here.

And he sliced.

And he got released.

On self-defense.

Classic Timo.

But our trials, on the
other hand, were never ending.

Became a whole political
fight between all the pro-Marshals

and the anti-Marshals.

But by then, Nasher had made up her mind.

She'd overhauled the
committee and changed herself.

So after she got out, she
really did run in the election.

And she won in a landslide.

On her first day in the Assembly,

Nasher was so cool about the whole thing.

I was very, very nervous.

I don't think she really noticed, though.

Nicky, I got the upgraded translator.

It just came out.

Okay, let's be fair.

Can I ask you a question?

Go.

What you said before
about extinction and all that,

when you're all like...

And like screeching and everything?

Mm...

Would that really
make our brains explode?

From like the pitch?

Explode.

But you said that
our eyeballs would explode.

Why not our ear trumps?

Because it's like sound.

All explode.

Really.

Can you try it right here? Right now?

Who said bluffing was only for humans?

Gotta love that poker face.

Yeah, and a nice burp, too.

Uh, hello.

What are you doing here?

In the middle of the night.

Well, I just...

I thought you were in
the hospital all the time.

Hey, watch it. Look down.

Don't step on it.

It's a priceless delicacy, dad.

Go on. Take a dab. Have a taste.

Oh, what? Now you're too
good for sauce off the floor?

You think anyone else would allow
scum like you to taste something so refined?

What is...

What is it made of?

Rude! Not how it works.

A taste of faith comes first.

Then I tell you what's in it.

Mickey, you don't
think I'm letting you taste this

and throw some high
regard for your palate, do you?

It's the opposite.

A true masterpiece would be a sauce that

could appeal to even
an ignorant cretin like you.

Whatever. Fuck it. Taste it. Waste
it. I don't care. You're worthless now.

Much better to
bring back my usual taster.

The supreme one with
an actually refined palate.

Wait. That's...

Even his kidneys
are more handsome than you.

Not his head can't be.

Of course it can.
Admit it, it's what you want.

It's what everyone wants.

Hey, Alpha.

I just remembered.

You died the day after Marshall.

Go ahead.

Touch me.

See if I'm close.

Or human.

Ever since I was a
kid, I've had scary dreams.

This time I wasn't scared.

I just thought to
myself, what would 18 do?

Fuck off.

What are you doing? Press the button.

Mickey, press it.

Do it.

I am glad the printer's gone, but a
part of me can't help feeling guilty that I

didn't let all the other
Mickeys have a chance at life.

I have to stop feeling guilty.

It's okay for me to be happy.