Original subtitles

Josh Mullen was terminated

for abusing company resources

to make the following action series.

"Fatal Decision" does not reflect the views or opinions

of SCI Technical Manuals.

- Jack, the Super CIA Awards banquet is catered!

We can just eat there!

- I'm not a prize cat, commander.

I don't need awards or a fancy feast,

and if I'm gonna go to some schmancy banquet,

I need real person food first.

And everyone knows the best grub

is always in the worst part of town.

- Welcome to Roy's!

Oh no! It's the Fancy Boy Gang!

- What? No, we're not a gang.

- You're dressed as the Fancy Boys.

They're the meanest crew in town.

Every other gang wants their heads.

- Oh, Fancy Boys!

It's past your bedtime.

- The Pajamas Gang! Aw, jeez!

- Roy, we're gonna need those subs to go.

I'm Jack Maxwell.

If you and your gang are looking to rumble, look out,

'cause that's one fatal decision.

- Night night. - Sleep tight.

Don't let the dead bugs bite.

- Guys, I forget. Was our car on fire when we drove here?

- Well, there were fire decals,

but it wasn't actually on fire.

Put on your walking shoes, boys.

We're going through gang territory on foot.

- Lucky for us,

we have guns.

The Mad Mailmen!

Take cover!

- Ow!

What the hell? You shot me!

Oh, crap! Mark, I'm so sorry.

There must have been an airsoft pellet left in the chamber.

No big deal? - Yes, big deal.

That actually hurt.

You know, I should shut this whole thing down.

- It's the Psych-O-Lists.

- Well well, les Boys de Fancy.

- Baguette.

- Then I'm Lance Armstrong,

'cause it's time for a Tour de Fist!

- Mais non!

- Sacré bleu!

- Merci!

- Au revoir.

- It's the Casual Fridays!

- Hey man, we're just trying to make it to the weekend.

- Then just relax and kick back!

- Josh!

I talked to HR. You can expect a call.

I'm, I'm really sorry about your neck.

- The real Fancy Boys.

Hello, fake Fancy Boys!

Pretty cheap suits to be buried in.

You got me all dirty!

- Sorry. I've always been a messy eater.

Eat sub machine gun.

- No, no, Josh, I'm sorry, dude.

I, I can't. I need this jacket for a wedding.

- Now we're just like regular slobs!

- We're no longer fancy!

- Ugh! Draw me a bath, butler!

- Jack Maxwell,

for extreme success in the field of excellence,

I award thee.

- Thanks.

Anyone want to go to Skid Row? I'd kill for some gelato.