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- Our apocalypse.

- Pass it, pretty.

- Men

be running this world,

been running this shit.

Anybody that knows anything knows that.

And we, men, killed off all the infants and children,

and even every last mangy pet.

Slash and burn my brothers, slash and burn.

But then came the riot revolution,

erasing the certainty,

replacing it with this pussy worshipping dick.

End of men?

- The doctor will be in with you shortly.

- Over my dead fuckin' body.

- Hey, Punk Kid, you outta gas or somethin'?

C'mon man, don't beat around the bush.

♪ I hate you 'cuz you got a better pair of shoes than me ♪

♪ I hate you 'cuz you've got a way ♪

♪ Of shaking your titties ♪

♪ I hate you 'cuz you got a lot more clit than me ♪

♪ I hate you 'cuz my boyfriend looks at you and not me ♪

♪ I'm sick of that chick shit ♪

♪ It's drivin' me insane ♪

♪ I'll lock you up in the poodle pound ♪

♪ I don't need your kind around ♪

♪ I hate you 'cause you've got ♪

♪ A shorter miniskirt than mine ♪

♪ I hate you 'cuz you've got ♪

♪ a way of shaking your behind ♪

♪ I hate you 'cuz you look ♪

♪ Like you're having such a good time ♪

♪ I hate you 'cuz my boyfriend looks at yours and not mine ♪

♪ I'm sick of that chick shit ♪

♪ It's driving me insane ♪

♪ I'll lock you up in the poodle pound ♪

♪ I don't need your kind around ♪

♪ I'm locked up in the menstrual institution ♪

♪ I've been plugged up for months ♪

♪ I've got the feminine disease ♪

♪ Insecurity makes me bitch and plead ♪

♪ Won't you pull the trigger ♪

♪ Please, please, please ♪

♪ I'm sick of that chick shit ♪

♪ It's drivin' me insane ♪

♪ I'll lock you up in the poodle pound ♪

♪ I don't need your kind around ♪

♪ I hate you 'cuz you've got ♪

♪ A shorter miniskirt than mine ♪

♪ I hate you 'cuz you've ♪

♪ got a way of shaking your behind ♪

♪ I hate you 'cuz you look ♪

♪ Like you're having such a good time ♪

♪ I hate you 'cuz my boyfriend looks at yours and not mine ♪

♪ I'm sick of that chick shit ♪

♪ It's drivin' me insane ♪

♪ I'll lock you up in the poodle pound ♪

♪ I don't need your kind around ♪

♪ I'm sick of that chick shit ♪

♪ It's drivin' me insane ♪

♪ I'll lock you up in the poodle pound ♪

♪ I don't need your kind around ♪

♪ I'm sick of that chick shit ♪

- Go get that dirt bag!

♪ Great clothes ♪

♪ One two for the next oh ♪

♪ Oh no ♪

♪ One two for the next oh ♪

♪ Oh no ♪

♪ For the last singer psycho ♪

♪ Oh no ♪

♪ One two for the next oh oh oh, whoa ♪

♪ My phone's disconnected ♪

♪ My brain's off the hook ♪

♪ Somebody stole my medication ♪

♪ That asinine crook ♪

♪ I'm so fucking horny ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ This sickness drips with reason ♪

♪ It's so impure ♪

♪ Which is more of the season ♪

♪ I wanna hang, I wanna kill ♪

♪ I wanna sink my teeth my teeth into your love ♪

♪ My teeth into your love ♪

♪ I need somebody to hold me ♪

- You're gonna get hurt.

They can't find out about us, sugar.

- I don't want to die, baby.

But you? You're worth the risk.

I want you to be my last.

I want to be your last.

It's like Pappy always said, huh?

It's like if something just feels right,

it's probably because, well, it is right.

- You truly are one of the good ones.

- Fuck yeah, I am.

What the fuck, man?

Seriously, what in the fuck?

You gonna shoot me with my own gun?

That's real slimy, man.

But I guess that's to be expected

coming from you

and your evil fucking eyes.

I'm a traitor, huh?

Well, you know something?

You're shit!

You hear me? Shit!

Welcome home, Dirtbag.

♪ These crumbling stones ♪

♪ A castle and a reason ♪

♪ Let me know ♪

♪ I wanna hang, I wanna kill ♪

♪ I wanna sink my teeth my teeth into your love ♪

♪ My teeth into your love ♪

♪ My teeth ♪

- He used to finger me while I shit.

He blew the biggest load over it.

- Fucking, Dirtbag Mike.

- I mean, it wasn't so terrible.

Kind of just like good pussy fisting pressure

while simultaneously releasing like painful shit pressure.

So it's kind of like being filled up while getting lighter.

- Aloe, you are too forgiving.

- Ever since then, I have the hardest time shitting.

It's like he won't let me,

and my poor little traumatized asshole knows it.

- Guys,

can I hit that, please?

Thank you.

You know, we're gonna need more soon.

We're running outta weed.

- What are you talking about?

There's plenty, till the end of time.

It's a weed, it's a fucking weed.

That's all that grows nowadays.

- Oh, I forgot.

- No, bitch. - No men allowed.

- But what about them?

- No, bitch. - No men allowed.

- They're with the band.

- Ladies,

a spontaneous purge rolls across the land

cleansing the earth of idiot men.

All their wars waged in vain

rendered as history as they die in pain.

A new day now dawns with leftover men all our slaves.

Fuck the patriarch and piss on their graves.

Bitches rise!

No time to waste.

Castrate, annihilate, degenerate, masturbate.

- Yeah!

- Piss on your territory far and wide.

There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide.

The future is null and the past is void.

Who's got your balls in their teeth?

It's the Punk Boiz.

- Fuck yeah! - Fuck yeah.

- Runt, you little cunt,

go, hunt!

Yes, go!

Go!

Beast.

Yeah, feast!

Junkie, Junkie.

Sic! Sic!

- How about The Spirit Animals?

- How about The Gentrifiers?

- The Hashtags.

- What does that even mean?

- Idk.

I heard it once and it sounded cool.

- No, The Hipster Sisters.

- Yes, Queen.

- Yes, Queen.

- Yes, Queen!

- Yes, Queen.

Yes, Queen.

- Yes, Queen.

Yes, Queen.

Yes, Queen.

Yes, Queen.

Yes, Queen.

Yes, Queen.

- Hey, girl.

- Yeah, I wasn't even allowed to take a shit

without that dirt bag being in the bathroom next to me.

Definitely not allowed to use anything

even remotely resembling toilet paper.

- He's a psycho, he's a sadist,

he is a grimy mother fucker.

You are my lover and my best friend Aloe.

I hadn't seen you in weeks before we had him put away.

- Oh God, my poor little pussy's all busted up

from the abuse of that psychosexual shit fucker.

You're right, Vera, it's not okay.

I'm not okay.

Oh, I'm seriously fucked in the head, now.

- You wanna bring that cute busted pussy over here

to do some pink with me?

- Oh, yeah.

- Why were you there with him to begin with?

- I'm sorry.

He really was one of the good ones, you know that.

And it's been so long since I've been treated so nice.

- If you wouldn't have been sneaking around over there,

scum or not,

good or not,

nice or not, you wouldn't have been there

to expose yourself to Dirtbag,

and it was definitely him.

- It was definitely him.

- Why would he let you go?

He's causing static.

- Eyes, eyes.

Eyes!

- Fuck, you can't just fucking come

running up here like that.

- Mother Nature and the dirty dogs.

- What? - Yeah, Dirtbag Mike got 'em.

Can you go tell Vera?

- Yeah, only if you give me those binoculars,

you little punk bitch.

You don't fucking need them.

- What is it? - I don't really know.

Traded Doc dominator some pink

for some stink.

- I wish we could get some of that Loud, Loud.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah, I would totally

do that with you.

I think it would be like the most romantic thing ever.

- Vera? - Yeah.

- I want to kill Dirtbag Mike.

- Let me give you four fingers and say that again.

- Vera, I'm so fucking serious.

I wanna fucking kill Dirtbag Mike.

- Let's do it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah!

- Kitten, I have to tell you,

it's already begun.

- What do you mean?

We had him put away,

He's property of the hypochondriacs now.

- He escaped a few days ago,

and the word on the street is that

he brutally attacked the doc and killed Sasha and Tasha.

- So Mike got the doc.

Well, where are we getting our shit from now?

- Oh, it gets worse.

He killed a good one and took his gun,

and it may be one of the last known ones floating around.

- Good one or gun?

- Both.

- Fucking Dirtbag Mike.

- Sorry I didn't tell you sooner,

I just wanted to make sure we had backup first.

- Yeah, who did you get?

- Well, it was no easy task keeping to code

and sticking to our kind, and believe me, that was the plan.

But it's not exactly how it worked out.

- First I tried the Toe Jammers.

- Oh, I know them, nasty little cunts.

How'd that work out? - It didn't.

And I don't get it!

Most of them are ex Punk Boiz.

- Yeah.

- But I did find out they ain't really packing.

- What you want with the Toe Jammers?

The following specimen was donated by the Scary Mary.

- Weed is all we need.

Weed is a weed, so it will always grow,

and it will forever devour the foul stench of man.

- This turd allegedly swallowed some of that loud.

- Loud!

- And I swear to Satan if it's in there,

I'm gonna find it.

- And I had a little smoke session

with their captain, Rolla Doobie.

- I will reach deep into his soul for the Loud, Loud,

and when I find it,

I will be given passage to communicate

with the Dark Goddess, Beauty Summer Eve.

But you gotta give up that pussy.

I love that punk boi pussy.

- Well, sorry that was a waste of time for you, pretty.

- I wouldn't say that, they showed me the way

to the ever so illustrious Summer Eve.

- Ooh, Summer Eve?

- Summer Eve.

- Whoa, what did she say to you?

- She didn't say anything. - She wouldn't see you?

- No, she saw me, she just didn't say anything.

- Whoa, that's deep.

- Summer Eve.

- Alright, so who then?

One of the ring worms?

- End of men!

End of men!

End of men!

- End of men!

End of men!

- No.

- Okay, who then?

Sweet Summer Eve, the anticipation's killing me.

- Alright, all of a sudden it occurred to me

that I remember the most perfect dude.

- Dude?

- Yeah, that crusty little Punk Kid

that's always hanging around.

- Oh, I know him.

Yeah, he's always trying to get in here.

Poor kid.

- Oh man, I'm just here to suck your cock.

Cock it back and release, yeah.

Oh, I feel like Aileen fucking Wuornos with this.

Squeaky Fromme, Ms. 45.

Oh.

Ah!

You don't have to do this, man.

I told you I'd suck your cock.

Oh, show me the streets.

Oh, if you're gonna stick this gun in my throat,

you're gonna have to shoot a load down it first.

Ugh.

Oh.

Oh, now I'm gonna suck your cock

like it's the best tasting Popsicle I've ever had.

And it's so hot out.

- It will be perfect, trust me.

Dirtbag will never expect it.

- If I'm lying, you can shoot my dick off

and tear my asshole open.

Oh.

How do I piss, though, if I don't have a dick?

Oh, I'm funny.

You'll love me, you can keep me around.

Oh, so you're the one they call Dirtbag Mike, huh?

Why don't you gimme a little dick slap?

Okay.

Okay, okay.

I'll start sucking.

Oh, Mommy's milk in my mouthy.

Oh. Oh.

I give one good suck, huh?

Hey Asshole,

your cum tastes like armpits and garbage juice.

Next time, keep your fingers out of a bitches cunt

when she needs to take a shit.

- You really think this is gonna work?

That kid?

Dirtbag Mike ain't nothing to fuck with.

- Don't you worry, my bloody little Galentine.

But, we really should leave soon.

- Alright, well can we go home first?

I'm really hungry and I think I gotta take a dump.

- Yes, kitten.

We'll leave first thing in the morning.

- Aloe! Vera!

Mother Nature got got!

- Mom!

- Best tasting Popsicle ever.

I told you you'd love me.

- Yo!

Yo.

What are you doing with that gun?

Put your hands where I can see them.

- Who the hell are you?

- I'm the fucking law, boy.

Now, gimme that fucking gun.

- What up little man?

- You gonna hurt me?

- Nah, we're just cruising the beat,

making sure everything's copacetic, you feel me?

- You looking for that Loud Loud?

- Why, you got some?

- Shit son, we the law.

Everybody knows we got the best dope,

but you gonna have to hand over that gun.

- There's no bullets.

- Feel like Lee Fucking Malvo with this shit.

- Fucking Phil Spector.

- They used to call us niggers, now we the law.

- Hey, what about that Loud?

- Loud?

There ain't no such thing, kid.

Thanks for the gun.

- At sundown tonight, you all die.

- Pappy.

- My gals!

Another day in paradise?

- Something like that.

- Pappy, Mike's out.

- Dirtbag?

- Yeah.

- Well...

if he gets anywhere near you gals,

he's gonna get got.

- That's why we keep you around, Pappy.

- Hey, Gals, I'll be ready for him.

♪ I was walking down the street today ♪

♪ I went window shopping around the way ♪

♪ Then I came across something that caught my eye ♪

♪ Pick it up baby, I'm the guy ♪

♪ There's a boy in my neighborhood ♪

♪ You know he's looking oh so good ♪

- We got water, baby!

- Right on.

♪ Try my baby, what a find ♪

♪ I spent oh another long time ♪

♪ Girls in my town are also pissed ♪

♪ I can't blame them ♪

♪ I'm a nasty spit ♪

♪ I'm a nasty spit and that's all right ♪

♪ I'll be taking myself home tonight ♪

♪ When I get there I loosen my belt ♪

♪ And then I might just love myself ♪

♪ I don't want anybody else ♪

♪ When I think about me I touch myself ♪

♪ Oh, I don't want anybody else ♪

♪ When I think about me I touch myself ♪

♪ Oh, I don't want anybody else ♪

♪ When I think about me I touch myself ♪

♪ Oh, I don't want anybody else ♪

♪ When I think about me I touch myself ♪

♪ I don't want anybody else ♪

♪ When I think about me I touch myself ♪

♪ Oh I don't want anybody else ♪

♪ When I think about me I touch myself ♪

- Password.

- Do nothing.

- Come in, Pappy.

- I did some renovating for you girls,

so you should have some water.

- Aw, Pappy, you are prince among scum.

- Well, I try.

Also, fire's going, so chow in 10.

We're having squirrel.

- Aw, Pappy, we had squirrel last night.

- It's easy to find.

- And on the last day, Summer Eve said,

"Let there be fire."

- It's very, very rare, but it is in fact real.

If you wanna end it before the inevitable,

it's there, you just gotta find it.

Once you find it, it can be the most beautiful.

Mmmmm.

Found it.

I've been looking for you,

but I wasn't meant to find you till this particular time.

Oh, it's not that Loud, sorry.

But I say you gotta go with what you know,

or go nowhere and do nothing.

- The next meeting of the mind will be next Tuesday.

Sustenance will be provided depending on rations.

But now to the good stuff, introducing Guy.

- The Godfather of uncertain times,

the great protector, the soul of the revolution,

the fist fuck to the man,

and the mother fucker to big brother, Pappy!

- You look tired.

You look uncertain.

You look scared.

You look hungry.

And I gotta tell you, so am I.

Big brother,

the man,

he told us he was gonna take care of all of us.

But I gotta ask you, what's the man done for you lately?

I can tell you, he's done nothing for me and mine.

So I say,

do nothing.

Do nothing.

Do nothing.

That's when there was just a little bit of order.

Itty bitty anarchy.

- Pappy,

Mother Nature got got.

- I loved her.

I loved her.

Dirtbag Mike's gonna get got.

- Good night, Pappy.

- Hey,

not without a fight.

- You'll be ready for him, huh, Pappy?

- Pappy.

- One, two, three!

- We're the Ringworms.

What do y'all punks want?

- We're here for a show.

- Oh.

- Well I'm Havok, and this here is my tag partner Rusty.

- Rusty Iron.

- And if you're here for a show,

well, you're just in time for the main event.

- But it'll cost you.

What do you got?

- We got some of that punk boi pussy,

I hear that's in high demand.

- Well shit

- Ladies and ladies,

the following contest is for your Ringworm championship.

And let me introduce to you first your champion.

Lady Lush.

And her opponent, Miss Anthropic.

- Get him! - Yes!

Die! Die!

- Throw him out! - Whoo, yeah.

- That's what you get.

- Damn disappointing, man.

- Champions pay.

So, you guys wanna get some dick before,

you know, the end of men?

- Nope. - Not even a little bit.

- So, can you help us?

- No, sorry, I really can't.

- But you,

but you have plenty of woman power.

- I just can't afford to lose any Ringworms.

We have no guns, and we haven't seen any in a long time.

Word on the street, Scary Mary has a gun.

Real loner.

She calls herself The Last Starlet.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Tell me more.

- Looks like we got one.

- You got fucked up.

- Check him for anything sharp,

make sure he doesn't have anything on him.

- Oh shit.

Damn.

- Wow, that's that loud.

- Yeah.

- Oh, this mother fucker still alive.

Cuff him. - Me?

- Yeah.

That shit's Loud.

Stop resisting.

- Ugh, let's get the fuck outta here.

♪ I'm the champ, I'm the champ, I'm the champ ♪

♪ Put your hands up ♪

♪ Tell 'em wild out ♪

♪ This is how we do it ♪

♪ We here to turn it out ♪

♪ Put your hands up ♪

♪ Tell 'em wild out ♪

♪ This is how we do it ♪

♪ We here to turn it out ♪

♪ Yo, My flow reminiscent of a prime Grand Puba ♪

♪ But my tongue sharper than the sword of a Japanese Yakuza ♪

♪ Beats always slammin' like Dilla, like Ali was the man in Manila ♪

♪ Man or gorilla ♪

♪ I'm a nicer striker in Anderson Silva ♪

♪ I'm conquering like Hannibal ♪

♪ On the back of an elephant ♪

♪ I'm the best ♪

♪ Even if I'm pink and pale and I'm lacking in the melanin ♪

♪ I've been a problem since my first birth date ♪

♪ In the delivery room ♪

♪ My dick hit the ground and it caused a earthquake ♪

♪ The school hallways I was pissin' in ♪

♪ And as a kid, I was lacking in discipline ♪

♪ Ignoring authorities and never listening ♪

♪ I come from the slummiest of slum villages, killing evil ♪

♪ You come from a village of disco dancing, Village People ♪

♪ You other rappers I'm obliterating ♪

♪ My flow is the Michelangelo Sistine Chapel ♪

♪ You ain't even fingerpainting ♪

- Action!

Time and time again,

over and over,

for the sake of art.

The pure unadulterated expression

of raw emotion.

Fear, pain,

lust,

and hate!

A true auteur will do anything for her work,

she will even die for her art.

Scream! Scream!

Scream! Do it!

For our lovely captive audience.

I call this one, "Final Thoughts".

- It was loaded.

- You just missed the world premiere

of my latest masterpiece.

The audience loved it.

The women were crying.

- We'll cut to the chase,

we're here for the gun, not the show.

- No bullets.

- Although it does make an excellent prop gun.

Although, I don't recall a time

when guns were given away so freely,

especially to a couple of punks.

Don't you know who I am?

Don't you know who I was?

- I do.

I do.

You're a legend.

You're a fucking star.

- Follow me.

Now, be a doll and put in that tape right there.

No, no, no, the one next to it.

♪ Birthday to you ♪

♪ How old are you now ♪

- Silence!

Bang!

Eat it you fat fuck!

In memoriam.

Would you ladies like an autograph?

- Yeah!

- Thank you.

- Yeah, thanks.

- A new day is upon us, ladies.

Kill all slaves and end of men!

Make sure they get your good side,

and always be camera ready.

And be sure and tell them Scary Mary sent you.

- Well, that was intense.

- Yeah.

- So wait, what are we doing now?

- Punk Kid.

- Oh, sweet Summer Eve,

we got so distracted.

How do we even find him, though?

- Men are like plastic.

Filthy discarded refuse

filling up the putrid, rotting landfills,

and leaving their stain on mother nature.

Action.

- Punk Kid!

Punk Kid!

- Vera, I'm so happy to see you.

I'm having the worst day ever.

- Punk Kid, what happened with Dirtbag Mike?

Alright, let's see that gun, Punk Kid.

- The law took it.

- The law?

What do you mean the law? That doesn't exist.

We're the law, kid.

We're the fucking law.

- There were these two piggies

and they said I could trade it for some Loud.

- Wait, you got Loud?

- No.

I just wanted to surprise you gals.

I was out of bullets anyway.

- What the fuck, Vera?

What the fuck?

- Hey, where'd you get that gun?

- We scored it off some crazy broad named Scary Mary.

Look, she signed us.

- Whoa.

- Yeah, she's the last starlet.

She didn't have bullets either though.

- Oh, this is bad.

This is bad.

What the fuck, Punk Kid?

- What the fuck, Punk Kid.

- Yeah, what the fuck? - You shut up.

- Aloe, they must roll with Roe.

That's the only thing that makes sense.

- Yeah, that stupid Nazi hipster bitch.

Why does she think she gets control of all the guns?

- Hey, they were on bikes, if that helps.

- Will you shut up?

- Hey.

- So, where is Dirtbag now?

- I don't know man, I ran.

- What did you call her?

Man? - I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it like that.

- Oh baby, I could watch you get riled up all day.

- I should do it more often then.

- I'm sorry, man.

Girl, ladies!

Where do we go now? What do we do?

- Another gun off the streets for the boss lady.

- Another gun returned to its rightful home.

Now, go look for that Loud and if you can get some,

maybe she'll keep you around a little longer.

- Hey, that's them.

That's who stole the gun.

- I knew it, I fucking knew it.

The gun's in there.

Hey, go take care of those pigs.

- Yeah, you go break the law, we'll go get the heat.

- You looking for someone?

- Yeah, we're, we're looking for Roe.

- You know you can get a lot of trouble coming around here.

The fuck you want with Roe anyways, little girl?

- Little girl? - Punks, we're punks.

- Whatever.

You know once you go in there, there's no coming back.

- Oh, we know.

- Oh yeah?

You'll be crying cum when Roe's done with you.

- Dude, you got that fire?

- I ain't got shit.

- You better rub two fucking sticks together or go ask Roe.

- You go ask Roe.

You know how that shit's gonna go?

It's gonna go like this.

Hey yo Roe,

you gentrifying, Antidisestablishmentarianism,

bitch ass whore, you got fire?

You know, so we can go back behind your place of worship

and get higher than anybody's ever got before.

Like, higher than the highest of high.

And then this shit?

This shit be over.

Like, this that everybody's after, it'd just be done.

So like, you got a light bro?

Like, that shit ain't gonna work, bro.

- Freeze, pigs.

♪ I take some water from the ocean ♪

♪ Mix it with some from the bay ♪

♪ Make a brackish little potion ♪

♪ For the dream ♪

- What do you want with Roe?

- Tell Roe I'm Dirtbag's sister,

we're Dirtbag's sister.

- Copy.

BRB.

Her righteousness will see you now.

- So what do we have here?

- Roe, I'm Vera and this is my wife Aloe,

and we're in need of your services.

- What could you possibly need from me?

- A gun and some bullets.

- Oh yeah?

Is that something I could just hand over

to two punk bitches that I've never even met?

That'd be against code.

You smell good.

You're Dirtbag's sister, Huh?

You know, he nearly killed one of my girls.

Come here, sweetheart.

You know that Dirtbag used to belong to me?

You wanna dance for us, baby?

Would that make you feel better?

I want him dead.

- So do we.

You can help us.

- How the hell do you keep popping up with guns?

- I'll shoot ya, I'll shoot ya.

And I got bullets this time.

- We know Roe's got all the bullets, kid.

- Well you're wrong.

I got this straight from this crazy lady

named Scary Mary, bullets and all.

- Damn that, you ain't got shit.

- Listen, I just want my weed.

- Shit's over, bro.

- Not without

a fight.

- You know, your brother really wasn't lying

when he said his older sister was the hottest ass in town.

It's all he ever used to talk about.

- And now we get to see for ourselves.

♪ I've been down this road before ♪

- And we get a bonus bitch.

- I have the perfect gun for you.

Pumpkin, go grab our newest acquisition.

♪ Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize ♪

♪ Eyes on the prize ♪

♪ What is happening ♪

♪ He says, boy, you're going to carry the weight ♪

- Hot off the streets.

- Bullets. We need bullets too.

- Excuse me?

You think I don't know what's going on?

This ain't my first trip to the bodega, muchacha.

You getting greedy now?

Okay.

Alright.

I wanna get greedy too, then.

I mean, this is my place after all.

- Louder for all my sisters in the back.

- This is my place after all.

- I'm here for it. - Literally.

- Sorry, not sorry.

- The struggle is real.

- Aloe, you better eat my pussy

like the basic ratchet thot that you are.

- Slay.

- Yes, queen.

Yes, queen.

Yes, queen.

Yes, queen.

Yes, queen.

- Was it worth it?

Here, take this proverbial peace pipe.

You've earned it.

- Word.

- Well ladies, end of men.

- Yes, Queen?

- Yes Queen!

- You alright?

Toughen up, Vera.

Come on, walk it off, walk it off.

- I'll be alright, I'll be fine.

I'm good, I'll be good.

- Yeah?

That pumpkin though, she's something else.

- Yeah, how the fuck did she become property of Roe?

- I don't know, but she'd make the perfect punk boi.

I mean she's cute, but she's not as cute as you, pretty.

- Aloe! Vera!

- What?

- Not without a fight.

- Dad!

- That's definitely him.

- He definitely sees us, too.

- Shoot him.

- We still don't have any bullets.

Punk Kid. - Yeah.

- Go find backup, catch up to us.

This ends tonight. - Yeah.

Yeah.

And when this is all over,

can I like come hang out at the punk house?

♪ Sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Sanitize ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Sanitize ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Sanitize ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Sanitize ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Sanitize ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Sanitize ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe and filter all the filth out ♪

♪ Dump the scum and garbage ♪

♪ Off the face of the entire earth ♪

♪ Systematically appraise all memories of these impurities ♪

♪ Cha-Cha-Cha ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Sanitize ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Sanitize ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Sanitize ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Sanitize ♪

♪ What was once a plank of earth ♪

♪ Has now become a nothingness ♪

♪ Horrible, the fate you face ♪

♪ The Revolting you do resist ♪

♪ Cannot breach the gap ♪

♪ Between what once was and what now exists ♪

♪ Cha cha cha ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe, sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe ♪

♪ Cha cha cha ♪

♪ Sanitize ♪

♪ Cha cha cha ♪

♪ Sanitize the universe and filter all the filth out ♪

♪ Dump the scum and garbage ♪

♪ Off the face of the entire earth ♪

♪ Systematically appraise all memories of these impurities ♪

♪ Cha, cha, cha ♪

♪ Tell them what you want to ♪

♪ Or say nothing at all ♪

♪ You got those who will ♪

- First would be an igloo,

second, Teepee,

and third, big red barn

next to a cemetery.

♪ Keep me satisfied ♪

♪ Remember those ♪

♪ Who help the most ♪

♪ I remember too ♪

- Mine would be a little house in the mountains,

with a little lake-

- Oh, quaint. - And then maybe a beach,

and then I guess I'd sacrifice

and I would live in the igloo with you

so I can keep you all warm and cozy.

♪ Feeling good about the friends that you have ♪

♪ I will be there too ♪

- I would probably say like a nice strong shoulder.

Maybe like calves, lower legs, and...

a cute little butt.

- Little butt?

- Little butt, big butt.

- And mine would be armpit,

is that weird?

- No.

- Little tush, and...

your face.

- Aw, kitten.

♪ Got nobody ♪

♪ No women and men ♪

♪ Family's so far away ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Structure that ♪

♪ And never slept ♪

♪ I will be there too ♪

- Holy smokes.

It is such an honor to be standing

before the great Summer Eve.

The majestic, mysterious, beautiful,

all wise, all knowing-

- What do you want?

- The end of men.

- And what could that possibly have to do with me?

- We were hoping you'd help us.

- Help you?

The majestic, mysterious, beautiful,

all wise, all knowing, and so on and so on,

Summer Eve.

Why should I help two punks end men?

- Because the last scumbag is still out there

and he is raping and murdering your sisters.

We have to stop him.

- We have to end him, it's the only way.

- If it's the only way, then it's already done.

- It's not though.

We got a gun, we have no bullets.

- End of men?

Kill all slaves?

I for one, call them followers.

Your gun is but a false idol,

and a phallic one at that.

And no bullets?

What is the most powerful weapon that you possess?

Love?

Hate?

- Try and get up, you piece of scum.

- You filthy fucking waste, gimme that gun.

- Ha! Pull your fucking pants down, Mike.

- Aloe, baby.

- Pull your fucking pants down, Mike.

- I ain't fucking talking to you.

I ain't doing shit but cutting your tits off!

- She said, pull your fucking pants down, Mike.

- I knew your sister was a fucking dyke.

You want this fucking dick?

I know you want that fucking dick.

- Pull your fucking pants down, Mike.

- Punk Kid!

- Back up. - Pumpkin!

Shit for me, Mike.

- What?

- Take a shit, and show Vera and our lovely audience

how much you love it, you filthy fucking fecalphiliac!

Take a shit, Mike!

- He's shitting you, baby.

So, here's what's gonna happen, Mike.

We're gonna shove one gun down your throat

and the other one under your asshole,

and if shit don't come out that asshole like soft serve,

I'm gonna blow your asshole off too.

And then I'm gonna make a slit

from your blown off asshole to your blown off balls,

and we're all gonna fuck you in your big bloody pussy!

- Baby, I've got a better idea.

- What's that, kitten?

- I want you to finger me, baby.

Yeah, finger me.

I got you, Mike.

I fucking got you, Mike.

Yeah, you fucking dirtbag.

Who's shit fucked now, Mike, you fucking dirtbag?

Who's shit fucked now, Mike?

Who's shit fucked now.

- I love you so fucking much.

- Aloe! Vera!

I almost forgot.

- Is that-

- Loud! Yes, Loud!

- Punk Kid, you totally redeemed yourself!

Thank you. - No, thank you

'cause I got to kill a cop today.

And you know what they say,

pigs is pigs, and the only good cop is a dead one.

- Kill all slaves,

end of men.

♪ I believe out of fear ♪

♪ To create an afterlife ♪

♪ The mantra seems ♪

♪ to be ♪

♪ I don't know, I won't know, I can't know ♪

♪ I want to believe in a god ♪

♪ or a goddamn lie ♪

♪ recharge, I want to recharge ♪

♪ and I want a mantra to be: I ♪

♪ Don't need ♪

♪ To know ♪

♪ I want to want to die ♪

♪ I need to be alive ♪

- And this is our dystopia.

- You, all of you, are the fix,

and this, all of this, is your dystopia.

xo, xo, Aloe and Vera forever.

♪ I just can't get it right ♪

♪ And I try and I try, I can't get it right ♪

♪ Only my way ♪

♪ Only way that I feel ♪

♪ I'll get you ♪

♪ Sick, sick, sick ♪

- Thank you, my peaches.

My sweet, furry, rotten peaches.