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Come on, Brothers.

Focus.

Come on.

Come on. Just fucking come on.

Come on. Focus!

Fucker!

There's not enough of us left, Slash.

Okay, all right, Brothers. Listen, we've still got each other.

And when the time comes, we'll make these count.

They won't stick around long.

Jade, you don't know shit.

I saw 'em. Croak and me both. Right, Croak?

We climbed a trashed pyramid.

Saw streets near the river burning.

Giants dancing in the flames.

And then we saw the giants rip up Big Bridge by the roots

and… throw it at the moon.

Black arch spinning end over end through shredded smoke,

and never fell back.

Don't ask me to smash with 'em. There isn't a blade big enough.

Now, Jade, if I tell you to smash, you smash.

- Or you find another Team. - Hey.

Listen. Listen!

What is it, Crybaby? I don't hear nothing.

Yeah. N… nothing.

Shit. Take cover!

What the fuck?

Whoa.

There's no roof.

Oh shit.

All right, Team. Let's bounce.

This is it. World War Last.

Oh skud. 88th is gone.

Westland and Chico too.

Our whole territory…

…is trashed.

We've crossed Quazis, Silks, and Angels territory. And no survivors.

If any other Teams are still alive, they're underground.

Hey, what's that?

Well, well.

Kill them all!

- Look at him. - You all right, Hilo?

I think he's going to cry.

- Where's the rest of the Soooooots? - Yeah.

It's been a while.

You know, the last time we met, you gave me this beauty.

Not tonight.

Hey, hey, hey, Slicker, Slicker, look at me.

My boy, you look mash up. Where's your Team?

Slicker, we got flattened. Ain't no Soooooots left.

There's you.

New Team took our block. These giants.

I know it sounds crazy, but I thought we could hold our own, you know?

And then we see them, these incredible fucking Boys.

Glowing and shimmering.

Burning.

Now 400th block is full of them.

The wall collapsed. Buried me under some rubble.

By the time I dug out…

…everyone was dead.

Hey, Croak, what should we call these new wreckers?

Croak says "The 400 Boys," 'cause they took the 400th block first.

That sounds like chiller-dillers.

My block is gone. I want those fucking Boys.

It'll be those wankers or me.

We're with you, Slicker. You still got that wicked blade I remember?

What, this baby?

Sorry about that, Brother.

All past. You seen any other Teams?

Maybe the Galrogs survived.

If any gang made it, it'd be them.

Let's go parley. See if they'll throw in.

Then we smash those fucking Boys.

Come. This way.

I'm starving. Come on. Come on.

Jade, what the…? We don't have time for this.

Oh shit.

Keep your blades away, Brothers.

Slicker Hilo and Slicker Slash.

Cute couple.

I thought Soooooots and Brothers were hot for girlies.

Bala, right?

Look, we just come to parley.

So I see.

You seen the new Team yet? The 400 Boys?

Smashed the Soooooots in 30 seconds flat.

Yeah, we heard. That's a get-off.

We're calling all Teams.

We've got to take back what's ours, and we need help.

Are you in?

Old Mother decides how the Galrogs roll.

We'll take you to her.

Let's go.

Boys, huh? We thought different.

What did you think?

Gods. God-things.

Slicker Hilo and Slicker Slash, you come with me to see Mother.

It was the end of the world.

There were wars in the south.

Bonfire made out of cities.

Bombs going off like fireworks.

The world was broken.

And beings from the outside oozed through the cracks.

And now they want to smash.

And where better to smash than Fun City at the end of the world.

Nothing ever ends.

Come on. We've got work to do.

What the fuck?

I'll kill you.

Oi!

Oi, you! 400 Boys!

This is our turf!

You killed our friends!

You smashed our hives! You raped our city!

Fuck you, 400 Boys!

Ready!

Now!

Smash!

Smash!

Croak! Look out!

Motherfucker!

Fucker!

No. No. No. No. No.

Crybaby, you snap out of it!

Fuck you!

Oi! Remember me?

Let's fucking go, Slicker.

Let's fucking go!

Get off! Get fucking off.

God or Boy…

…you're dead, Slicker!

Nothing ever ends.