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Hello, San Francisco, and welcome to
another edition of Tech Law.

Well, crypto fans, today's the day we've
all been waiting for.

CryptoCon is finally here, and what a
lineup we have this year.

Our city's very own Brandon Brandon will
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latest crypto triumph.

I mean, this guy's track record is mind
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I've never seen anyone work blockchains
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Mike, what insights can we expect to
hear from this crypto legend that has

the tech world by storm?

It's so great to be here, Jen.

I think what we'll hear a lot about is
Brendan's origin story into crypto and

where the market is headed.

As we all know, screenbacks and pay
shards have made huge gains for him

recently, and he even hyped up a coin
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That's right, it's a crypto for cats.

How does that even work?

He's also releasing a new biographical
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I heard there's two chapters alone
dedicated to the mind -peaking benefits

drinking vegan water.

Vegan water?

Apparently they train the single -cell
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the ocean.

I'm also hearing whispers of a new
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Well, I can't wait to hear this inside
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recently, and he literally contemplated
for over an hour what color Lambo to

get. What do you even say to that?

So what did he decide?

He's still tossing up between lime green
and bright orange.

Life can be so tough sometimes, Jen.

Anyway, you can get all the info on our
site on TechBlaw and stay up to date

with our live 24 crypto feed.

Huh? What?

Ah, my name is Harry Jones. I'm a
solicitor here in Cobweb, which, in case

did not know, is a lovely little town on
the eastern seaboard of Australia.

Uh, no, I did not know that.

I represent the estate of your late
Uncle Mitch.

My late Uncle who?

Mitch, on your mother's side. A glorious
example of a human being.

I've been missing long enough to be
considered legally dead.

Wait, is he actually dead or just
legally dead?

And thus, his estate passes to you. It's
a charming macadamia nut farm, although

I have to warn you. Sorry, Harry. I
gotta go, man.

I'm kinda busy right now.

Hello?

Well,

we're getting word that things are about
to kick off, so let's cross live to the

man of the moment.

His blog, BeCrypto, has over 50 ,000
followers and growing. Please welcome

the first time ever at CryptoCon, Mr.
Brandon Brendan.

Thank you.

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Harry. Hey, this is Nut Farm.

I can live there for free, right? Go for
a walk, look at some local bird life

while you and I arrange the sale?

Well, sure, yes, if you like.

Not exactly.

Great. This will get me back on my
crypto feed in no time.

Australia's not that far away, is it?

One G?

Bugger me!

A real -life American!

Oh, I see you have complimentary
vinegar.

Oh, I keep that in case a car ends.

So then, what's your big plan out here?
Sell that old farm and use the proceeds

to kickstart my investments.

As long as you don't sell to that
complete arsehat, Lauren Clegg.

Who? What?

Gas consumption has been up, but our
initial readings were a bit inaccurate.

How much is a bet, Iris?

We've only got a week or so left in our
reserve.

A week or so.

sacred, scented steam of Rotorua.

If these sun -blasted moron farmers had
just accepted the easy gas money when I

gave them the opportunity, we wouldn't
be stuck in this dusty, snake -infested

hellhole. Yes, boss, but what should
I... Find me some more, for God's sake.

I care neither how nor from whence it
comes.

Boss Mondo.

Now, our canary's still sort of okay,
but I've found a dead duck in tunnel

Finally some good news.

See, look at that. That'll make a
wonderful housewarming gift for our new

American neighbor. And you'd better stop
with the happy singing.

It reminds me of my childhood.

At least your uncle Mitch had the sense
not to do what I did and fall for his

easy money sales pitch.

Speaking of Mitch, any idea what
happened to him?

Some say it was drop dead.

I thought that's what you guys told
tourists to scare them.

No.

That's what we made up to keep tourists
coming.

Kangaroos, on the other hand, completely
imaginary.

You must be Mitch's nephew.

Take a seat.

Can I get you a drink?

Oh, no. My body's still in three
different time zones.

Got to be lunch in one of them.

This name of yours, Brendan Brandon, it
must confuse people sometimes.

Not that I'm aware of.

Very well.

Mr. Brendan.

It's Brandon.

Pardon me, Brandon.

Mr. Brandon.

You said Brendan. But listen, just call
me Brendan.

Brendan. Yeah, yeah.

So, we just need to go over a few simple
things in Mitch's will. What sort of

lawyer are you, anyway?

A damn fine one. You can ask anyone in
the town.

Except maybe that other dipshit, Zoran
Clegg. If his fracking

chemicals had got into the aquifer, he
would have poisoned the whole region.

I bet.

I have an underthink aquifer.

So, this is an interesting will.

Mitch's farm is yours by right.

Free and clear, no strings attached.

Great. And what's the local property
market? As long as you bring in a

of macadamia nuts, not less than 20 tons
by season's end.

Wait, what?

It's a caveat, most unusual. It's a bit
of a twist in the tail,

as it were.

So I can't just sell it.

Why would Mitch do this to me?

I suppose he feared leaving his legacy
to a foreign relative who might just try

and sell it for a quick buck and who
just couldn't give a flying... What

if I don't make the quota?

Next in the bloodline is your awful
cousin, Craig.

He gets it.

Terrible human. He once came to our
Christmas lunch with an empty esky.

Mitch just should have left some eggs
for me to suck.

Mitch was a decent and well -mannered
man.

All right, I didn't mean any offense.

This has all been very traumatic for me.

You see, the day he went missing, Mitch
and I were supposed to celebrate our

third anniversary.

Oh, I didn't know you two were married,
son.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Married? God, no. I'm told to make that
mistake again. No, we were just dating,

you know, early days.

Well, I'm sure it's not easy.

Is there any clues what happened to him?
This is a big country.

Sadly, people have a way of just going
missing.

Well, I never met Mitch, so I can only
imagine how much he must hate this other

guy if he's given me the farm. Look, I
know that 20 tons sounds like a lot.

Yeah, it does.

But the farm is well set up.

It shouldn't be a problem for a strong
young fellow like you. Most of my upper

body strength comes from scrolling.

Right. Anyway, our harvest should net
$90 ,000.

U .S.? $30, I'm afraid.

Well, you're not giving me too many
choices here, Harry.

I guess there's nothing for it.

It's time to man up.

And grow some nuts.

That's the spirit.

Also, I brought around Mitch's car for
you.

It's just parked outside under a shady
old tree.

A book with maps in it?

G7 Part 1.

Uh, nope.

Mitch's monster mix.

Now you're talking.

What the hell is this?

Uh,

no.

Alright.

I'm a nut farmer, look out!

I'm going to farm some nuts! I'm a nut
farmer!

Sorry.

Uh

-oh.

Wait, I haven't seen that before.

It all looks the same.

All so goddamn green!

It's all green!

Screw you, stupid map book.

I

know

I'm there.

Ah, Jim!

Harry said you'd be here hours ago.

I accidentally drove to page 62.

Okay, can we move this along, please?
I've got a kid back home.

God knows what he's up to.

Sorry, who are you again?

Kim.

I've been taking care of the place while
no one's been around.

You can help pick up the slack now.

I'm sorry about old Mitch, by the way.

Oh, no, that's okay. I mean, the truth
is we had more of a didn't really give

him much thought until he was dead type
of relationship.

Right. He was a nice old guy, even if he
did have a few strange ideas.

Yeah, I mean, is there any idea really
what happened to him?

Not around here.

That could be anything.

Ravid wombats, flash floods.

I hope the local serial killer didn't
get him.

There you go.

Got all the modern amenities.

Indoor toilet, you name it.

I'd show you around, but I reckon you've
got yourself thought it out. See you

later.

Um, about... about that serial killer.

Wow.

That's a lot of land.

That's right.

These extra loads are really pushing the
town's power circuits.

You know what they say. You have to
steal power to gain power.

If we keep piggybacking off Godweb's
supply, the locals may grow suspicious.

Who cares about them?

They're foolish. They wouldn't know
they're arseless chaps from an elbow

You know, we could put some solar panels
up top to keep our lights on. Iris, no.

Tell me you don't believe that hippie
nonsense.

It's completely unreliable.

So the biggest nut on this farm was you,
huh?

Man, this guy was really into dead fish.

What are you looking at?

Long entry -level outdoor fire pits
ability.

You too, Bench.

Quit that act, though.

That smell.

Oh, God.

Oh, Nick.

You sweaty -headed bastard.

Ah, gross.

Woo!

Ah.

Oh, boy.

Farming is hard work.

I got this.

You get a good look at me nuts?

What? No.

Why not?

Well, I'm best in show last three years
running.

Oh, you're a macadamia farmer.

Alto. As well as me.

Mama Dee's the name.

Proud owner of Dee's Nuts.

Jeez, that's terrible business about
your uncle, Mitch.

Yeah. I hope they don't take anyone
else.

Hi, Dee.

Oh, hey. I just wanted to say I'm sorry
for being a bit snappy last night.

Oh. You know, with running the cattle
and my boy Carl and, you know, the

regeneration committee, I get a bit
afraid.

Did you settle in okay?

Yeah, sure.

Apart from a run -in with an eight
-legged dog that can climb walls.

Oh, that'd be Philip.

I didn't get close enough to read his
collar.

No, he's your house spider.

Yeah, don't worry about him. He's
probably just popping up to say hello.

Yeah, he bites no worse than a, would
you say, a death adder?

Anyway, I forgot to give you this. Yeah,
you can use that for farm expenses. You

know, old places like this, they're
pretty costly to run. Awesome.

Now, does a foot sauna count as a farm
expense?

See, Mitch used to get his foot sweat
for free from hard work.

But, you know, it's up to you. Oh, OK.
Well, thank you.

Anyway, good work talking to this one.
Dee's going to really help you get a

grip on your nuts.

Yeah, well, I suppose I could use a
little help.

How long have you been farming?

About two hours, if you count the
shower.

Oh, dear.

Anyway, it looks like you two have a lot
to talk about, so I'd better get back

to it.

See you later.

Bye. J .D.

Kim's husband.

What's the deal?

Sounds like he's not a lot of help, huh?

No, he ran off ages ago after he
embezzled all the money she raised for a

relief fund.

Good thing he's dead now, though.

The first thing we need to do is get you
a proper pair of boots.

Can't have you walking around in those
snake invitations.

Come on.

Yeah, this place is actually pretty
beautiful.

You bet.

Some of these trees will become your
best friends.

Oh, really? Then I suppose I should name
them, huh?

Each tree should yield you about 15
kilograms of nuts per season.

So it's... Bart Zuckerberg.

And you, I shall call Vincent Van Grow.

Whoa.

I'm getting a real jazzy feel from you.

Welcome to the family, Nutshella
Fitzgerald.

Anyway, it's looking pretty dry, so to
make 20 ton, you're going to need to

water regularly.

Now, your trees are looking pretty
overgrown, so you're going to have to do

pruning.

Pruning?

Come on.

No, I'm not.

Hello, you.

I would much prefer if that farm was
empty.

Get rid of one problem and another rises
in its place.

It seems pretty harmless to me.

Oh, why can't they all crap in one
centralised location?

Iris, that's revolting.

We've got cow shit all over your face.

Now, I'm not a betting man, but I'll bet
you didn't know macadamia trees are

native to Australia.

No, I didn't know that. I thought they
were from Hawaii. No.

No, that's horse shit. Actually, I think
it's some bullshit. I'm sick of this

shit.

Well, the last thing we need is some
Yankee Doodle.

Douchebag. On to us, all right? So when
you do the testing, make sure it's when

he's not around.

Okay?

Clean your face off. It's revolting.

This nuts order is shared between the
two farms. It's where we come to empty

nutsacks.

Sorry? Oh, it's pretty simple. We empty
our nutsacks into this machine.

Together?

Sure, if you like.

So you and I stand here together, two
grown men, and empty our nutsacks into

this machine?

Well, unless our loads are too big. In
which case, we help each other empty our

nutsacks. That goes without saying, man.

Well... I mean, it seems pretty simple.
The nuts grow, they drop. This machine

gets them ready for market. Sure.

As long as your nuts don't get frost
damaged, flooded, rot, burnt in a

drought, mold, attacked by pests or...
Sometimes, your nuts are just

disappointingly small.

Yeah. So, like I said, real easy.

Hello, small child from every horror
movie I've ever seen I hope you don't

that I decided to let myself in No, it's
fine, I love no privacy My mother

wanted you to have this Your mother?

Kim

Your mom sent this?

Yep. The only single woman in a 50K
radius.

Oh, come on.

There's got to be at least a couple
single women within 50 ,000 miles.

I meant kilometers.

But that would be like three feet.

Or a kilometer is a big one.

God.

I always confuse kilometers with
milometers.

G'day, mate.

You must be the new bloke in town.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm Darren.

Call me Dazza. Oh, okay. I'm Brendan.
But you can call me Brenda.

Sorry.

Had to run Harry home to sleep at all.
Don't think he'll be billing anybody

afternoon. It's me.

This is Brenda.

So, you work here too? Go wherever the
pay is, love. Get your drink.

We got Joseph Brew, double taste that
bastard on tap. I'm afraid I'm out of

Kelly's piss.

Well, actually, I just popped in to find
out if there's a general store around

because I need basic supplies.

Of course there is, love.

You're standing in the middle of it.
Mate, this is Cobweb CDB, mate.

Central Dizness District?

Country dual business, love.

You get them in rural areas, so the post
office is also the cop shop.

The public pool doubles as the crocodile
shelter, that kind of thing.

Do you have soaked granola?

Well, I could probably run a packet of
cornflakes under the tap for you.

What about mouthwash?

Blistering bushfires.

How's it going here?

I hope those fridges haven't been off
for long.

Greetings. Here's me.

Saucy old duck.

I'll take your milk, your yoghurt and
all of your cheese.

Please. You're not cleaning us out like
you did last time, Lauren.

I'm putting a limit on you. Please do.
Just limit me to all the fresh ones that

are still under four degrees.

So, big on the dairy, huh?

Yes.

I require more than the average person.
I'm what's known as lactose inadequate.

Are you sure that's a thing?

Oh, I know who you are.

You're none other than old Mitch's know
-nothing nephew from America.

Well, I do know a few things, buddy.

50 ,000 people used to follow my crypto
blog.

That's so interesting.

Did they follow you all the way down
here?

I believe we're almost neighbors.

You're nobody's neighbor, Zoran.

That's physically impossible.

Best be on your bite, Zoran.

You stupid shitbird.

Very well, Dazza.

Now, see everyone hard at work?

Don't worry.

It'll all be all right in the end.

And if not, it'll just drag on.

Seemingly never end.

What an arsehat.

Now this is either mouthwash or drain
cleaner.

Might be a good idea to test it. If your
drains smell good enough to kiss, it's

probably mouthwash.

Great. Thank you.

Oi, you guys!

How'd you spread them? What the hell?

I didn't...

I didn't do anything.

You're American, aren't you? Yeah, but
that's not a crime, is it?

Just trying to make you feel at home.

I'm fine, thanks.

At least I was.

Just trying to be nice.

Sergeant Blake, Cobweb Homicide slash
Postal Division.

Homicide? Slash Postal.

What do you know about today's
disappearance of Strawberry John?

Strawberry who?

Strawberry John.

Farmer who lives near your place. Yeah,
I wonder what he grows.

Avocados. Well, he used to grow
strawberries, but he hated the nickname.

Enough talking about farming.

When did you last see him?

I've never seen him, ever.

Sounds suspicious.

How do you even know where I live?

It's my job to know things.

Oh, is it?

Then maybe you know what happened to my
Uncle Mitch?

All right, drop the tone.

Considering you inherited his farm,
maybe I should be asking where you were.

When he disappeared.

I was in San Francisco.

And what were you doing in San
Francisco?

Well, let's see. I was really busy not
even knowing he existed.

Guess that counts you out then. This is
ridiculous. Can I go now?

Yeah.

But I'm watching you.

So don't leave town, eh?

Yeah, if only I could.

Enjoy your milk.

Our farmers are the best.

Why is everything so difficult in the
back half of this country? Sir?

What?

I'm afraid we've just squeezed the last
gas out from under Edmonds Lake. My

place. I bought it. It's my place. So
I'm the one with the massive gas

This is a bloody disaster.

We dig a tunnel all the way from the
motherland, we put in a secret gas

pipeline, and now you're telling me we
don't have enough gas to squeeze through

it. What's the latest test results say?

Some below D, but...

The real reserves are under Old Metz's
nut farm.

Biggest I've ever seen.

Really?

Well, then, focus in that direction.
Forget about the rock shelf. We go fast

close to the surface.

Not too close, boss, or we'll risk
another cave -in. That last one took a

effort to clean up.

That strawberry guy was so difficult to
work with.

Look, once we get above Mitch's
reserves, we go vertical, delve deep

bowels of the earth, spill some chemical
into that beloved aquifer they all bang

on about.

Iris, it is time to frack the moor of
this stupid island

and keep our beloved New Zealand
powered, pristine and green.

What about the nut farm's new occupant?
The greatest American, Ding Dong.

Nah, he's so stupid he wouldn't even be
able to tie his own shoes together.

Iris, get digging.

Yeah,

I think this has probably got a staple
cord.

All pumped and ready for some first
-time tractors.

Great work, Carl.

You know, you're a handy guy to know.

Hey there.

Hi.

Brendan, look.

It's much still attractive for her aged
mother.

I'm sorry. I don't know where he picks
these things up from. Well, he's not

wrong.

Well,

anyway, thanks for letting me borrow
young Carl here, Miss.

I had to get my tractor up and running
so I can get out there and, you know, do

some shoveling.

Yeah, certainly sounds like something a
farmer might say.

And that sounds like something another
farmer might say about something a

might say.

That's two farmers saying stuff
together.

Come on.

Oh, hey, Kim. Thanks for sending that
gift basket over the other day with

You have beautiful handwriting.

Oh, yeah, of course. It would be rude to
not properly welcome you to the

neighborhood. And I really enjoyed the
bell pepper.

But if you're as sick of Mum's meals as
I am... Excuse me, what was that?

We could all go out to the town's only
restaurant.

All of us? Uh, no.

How about Thursday?

You've got nothing on Thursday, Mum. I
already cleared your schedule.

Actually, I'm pretty sure Philip has
plans on Thursday already, so I'm free

Thank you, my little angel.

Let's go home.

Carl?

Bye, Carl.

Hope you got plenty to eat today.

Good one, Philip.

You got me.

You eight -legged knucklehead.

of this music, you had to hide it.

Get out of it.

What's he talking about?

Um, shouldn't that cell door be locked?

No, no, he doesn't make it home from the
pub all the time, so save some time and

get him a key.

Oh, okay.

Are you looking to post that somewhere
today, sir?

No, but I think maybe Mitch found
something that got him in trouble. One

I think the birds are up in that good.

No, that's not what I... All right, hang
on. Let me find the red spot.

Here, I'm going to turn it up.

Is this some kind of joke?

No, Mitch has all kinds of different
recordings. I mean, there's some really

crazy stuff in there. Yeah, well, he
would. Mitch was a total conspiracy nut.

He was always coming in here complaining
about stuff. One time he filed a

complaint about chemtrails. I said, if
there's anything I can do about

chemtrails, they're controlled by
aliens.

Maybe what happened to Mitch is the same
thing that happened to Strawberry John.

Actually, glad you brought that up.

That has been solved, thanks to yours
truly.

Look. Received these in the mail this
morning.

Looks like Strawberry John's taken
himself on a spontaneous little trip to

Zealand, so reckons he's having the time
of his life.

That does look pretty fun.

Nice of him to send postcards.

It's so much nicer than an email.

Better than the dick pics he usually
sends.

Such aspo.

This place is hotter than a volcano's
arsehole.

Which bit is its arsehole?

The bit that's on top, of course.

Isn't that the face?

Volcanoes don't have faces.

I'll get a drink.

Oh, excuse me. Sorry.

Brenda, how's it going?

Fine, life good? It's okay.

Esme, eat him up with a beer, eh? Look,
I've got to go.

I'm so hungry I could eat the arse out
of a low -flying duck.

Say, Esme, is there a mine nearby or
something like that?

Nope. No mine round here, love.

Nice to see some fresh faces, but we
haven't had any tourists round here

the mayor took down those giant dangling
nuts on the way into town.

Hmm. Sorry, I missed that.

Oh.

Look who the sheep dragged in. If it
isn't my favourite Australian.

This is the worst job ever, boss.

Jubbering on about shrunks on barbies
and tucks on balls and adding completely

unnecessary vowels to the end of
perfectly good words.

And thus, I'm absolutely sucked to
death.

of getting about in this outfit that
hasn't been washed in months.

Don't let the convict fashion get you
down, Mr Dazza.

You're part of something far greater
than yourself, and you're not paid to

complain.

Found these idiots topside. End in
uniform.

Oh, come on, boss.

We've been down here forever.

We just need a little vitamin D.

Well, I'll give you a little vitamin
kick up the ass if you don't get back to

work. Move.

Go, back to work.

Come on.

Now, tell me about our

new American neighbor.

Will he flee home before we start
tunneling under his land, or do I have

him a little visit?

What was the question?

I was asking if I had to pay him a
little visit.

Sorry, I've zoned out for a second.

It's OK.

A wee bit difficult to tell, actually.

Really? Yeah.

What's he like?

Thoroughly decent chap, as far as I'm
concerned.

Yeah.

I reckon this will make your life a
little easier. Do you want me to throw

to you?

That's okay.

I'll come down.

You sure?

Russell Crowe, it's hot up here.

I thought I'd come and offer you an
official welcome.

You wouldn't happen to have any nice,
refreshing cheese, would you?

Good stuff.

Was that single origin?

I believe so.

It's magnificent.

You have some milk to wash it down?

Sorry, haven't been to the pub today.

So, Mr. Brandon.

Brandon. Brandon.

No, it's Mr. Brandon.

Mr. Brandon.

First, may I offer my sincere
condolences on the tragic death of your

Matt? I mean, people say he's dead,
but... Well, he most surely is.

I mean, the land around here claims so
many. It's a gruelling life being a

farmer, and at the end, your uncle was
broken and bent double by enduring

hardship, and I would not be at all
surprised if he just crawled off into

bush and lay down forever under his
favourite tree.

You wouldn't happen to know where that
is, would you? You are from San

Francisco, from what I hear. Yeah. San
Francisco, my favorite of all the

After Christchurch. And Auckland. And
Wellington. And, uh... And... And

Queenstown.

Which... And to... Farmerston North.

But you must miss it terribly. Oh, sure.
I mean, there's a few things I miss,

like sourdough bowls, same -day
delivery.

Medical marijuana, sourdough bowls.

They take the bread and they hollow out
the bread and put the clam chowder in

the bread. So you eat the soup and then
you eat the bowl.

I mean, it must be so hard being so far
from home in a place so

strange, knowing that you stare down a
fate as miserable as poor old Mitch.

I mean, still, you could always just
sell up, you know.

Move back to the big smoke with a big
fat slab of cash in your pocket.

Well, actually, the will that Harry had
me sign had a few surprise conditions in

it. Harry the old bush lawyer?

Yeah, he's been quite the prick in my
ointment, too.

You know, just let me know if you ever
want to get together in Agatha.

Sure.

In the meantime, my sylvan soulmate,
my...

My contrived companion.

Tell me about these will problems.

Don't let Mom catch you making friends
with that turd -faced Zoran Clegg, or we

won't be able to go out on a date
tonight.

Yeah, and I gotta start locking that dog
door.

That's not how I get in. Did you just
say, our date is tonight?

I'll help you pick an outfit.

An interesting new look. I told you.

Hey.

I'd tell you the specials, but we don't
have any.

Esme?

Do you ever sleep?

I need the wheel.

So, drinks to start? Yeah, do you have
vegan water?

Only tap and bottled.

Tap.

I'll get both.

And wine.

So, Brendan.

What kind of romantic activities do you
enjoy?

Carl. Sorry, he watches too much TV.

No, I mean, I don't mind answering, Kim.

Carl, let's see, I enjoy fine dining,
three -person multi -generational dates.

Being interrogated on said date is
always a real pleasure.

What do you see as your biggest
weakness?

Sorry. Buddy, I thought we agreed if I
didn't leave you at home to kill

by accident, you wouldn't be a weirdo.

So, Kim.

I saw you moving your herd the other
day. Oh, yeah, my cow.

Well, 144 of them.

Wow, that's a lot. I mean, I've always
been a dog person, so I guess that makes

you a cow person?

A dairy farmer, I'd say.

Yeah, I took over the farm when Mum and
Dad retired.

Cool. You okay, buddy?

You do realize that there's entire
islands of plastic waste in the ocean,

You know, I would drink to tap, and I'm
sure the locals think it's lovely, but

if I'm going to be honest, it tastes a
little bit odd to me.

Odd?

How? Sort of like it was fresh squeezed
from Satan's G -string.

Odd. What's a G -string? I'll explain
that a bit later in very little detail.

Try this.

See?

You know what, I reckon you need to get
your rainwater tank checked. Mum?

Rightio, what's going on? Come on.

When was the last time that you did a
really big... Sorry about this. Oh, do

your thing.

When did you last do a big poo?

Don't use that word at the dinner table.

Well, it's pretty obvious to me that
none of the blokes at this table drink

enough water. Come on, you're coming
with me.

I'm not going to the ladies.

Well, you should go have to sort it out
by yourself then, won't you?

Well, things are really stuck. What do I
do?

You're going to have to take me. Me?

I don't think that's a problem.

I've seen plumbers unblock my sink
before.

This isn't so different.

Nice wood paneling.

How's it going in there, buddy?

It came out halfway, and then it
stopped.

It's swimming.

All right. Carl, can you see the water
below you? That's your target. That's

what you're aiming for.

There's hardly any water.

I don't get it either, man. In America,
we fill the toilet up to the brim. Your

cheeks get a rinse when you sit down.

But an Australian toilet, I'm not going
to lie, Carl, it's more like a shot

glass at the bottom of a well.

And it does take a bit of marksmanship.

That's fine if your poops are coming out
like 52 caliber slug.

But honestly, bro, when I use the
toilet, it's like a sawed -off shotgun

off in there.

I got a real wide spread.

Hey, you two have gone a while.

You okay, baby?

Yep, all clear now.

As long as we never speak of this again.

Sounds good to me, Carl.

Hey, mind if I go visit Chef?

Sure, go on.

Bet no rifle on it.

And don't touch the knife.

That's classified information. That's
between Carl, myself, and that lady over

there.

So, can we start again?

Yes.

What was that? Here, try some of this
vinegar.

Dab it on wherever they got you.

God damn, I didn't think car ants were
real. Feels like a burning javelin in my

neck. Don't worry, it'll go numb in a
minute.

What will, my whole body?

Isma, you've really got to get the gold
rust fumigated.

Vinegar's cheaper.

Well, not the end of the night I was
hoping for.

But, you know, it's still nice to get
out of the spider's share house for a

little while, I guess.

Oh.

Not the thing anyone said to me in
years.

Really?

Yeah.

Is this the bit where they put spit in
each other's mouths?

Oh, hand me my glasses, will you? I
probably should have been wearing them

anyway.

Yeah,

I'm going to take my boy and his
overactive imagination home.

All right, that's probably a good idea.

By the way, Chef, great cooking tonight.
That sweet and sour dish was... It was

something.

Well,

terrific date, everybody.

We should invite more people next time.

Iris?

Iris? What was all that bloody noise
about? We're supposed to be doing a

operation. We've hit some kind of
obstacle, sir.

Probably just more dinosaur bones.

Had to do a little blasting. Well, blast
quietly.

Hey, Dee.

Hey, did you hear any loud noises
outside last night?

Can't say I did, but Mrs. Dee and I were
up celebrating our 40th anniversary.

40 years?

How old are you, Dee?

Ah, you know what they say.

A hard life in the sun keeps you looking
young.

No, I don't think anyone's ever said
that, actually. Like, ever.

Huh?

Anyway, it's forecast to be extra hot
this week, so make sure you water those

trees. Will do. Thanks, Dee.

Dee? We could put him to work with the
others.

I don't know.

It's a bit weird this way.

Ah, Mr. Bossman.

One of those funny farmer fellas have
fallen in the tunnels again.

How on God's earth does this keep
happening? You told us to dig near the

surface, sir. Please don't twist my
word.

Yes, I wasn't tossing them that time,
but... Oh, my God, why is it so hard?

Well, I actually just want to know what
to... Judge!

But... No words.

No words.

You'll be lost without me, sir.

Fucker.

Oh, really?

That's what that terrible noise was.

One all.

Brendan Brandon pulls into the lead.

Please don't be Mitch.

This is definitely not vegan water.

I think I just came over looking for
some fencing wire.

Hey, Kim.

Poor blighter. Thanks. Yeah, it's been a
hell of a day.

I was talking about the duck.

Oh. Strange it even got in there.

You know you're going to need to get
that tank emptied, sterilized, refilled.

Why does farming have to be so much
work?

Well, lucky this one's a job for the
experts. You know what? I'm just going

text Esme.

I'll get her to bring over a vacuum and
some cleaning tools.

Esme's the tank person as well?

Uh -huh.

She doesn't have much choice, does she?

Ever since she sold her farm to that
dick -nosed Zoron. She barely even

her death.

Yeah, that Zoron doesn't seem very
farmerish to me.

And it takes one who's not one to know
one who's not one.

He never was one.

He was just an easy gas money salesman.
No wonder my water tasted like ass. It

had actual ass in it.

Low -flying duck's ass.

You think that's a saying, don't you? I
learned it at the pub.

It's just, it's not flying very high, so
it's like really hungry.

I mean, I'm hungry.

Sir, we have movement detected in the
main tunnel.

It better not be more deserted.

How are you guys?

We're looking for Sydney.

No, idiot, that tunnel is just pipe gas
back home to New Zealand. It's not a...

Sightseeing hike for dilly -dallying
tourists back the way you came. Ah, not

many sites, bro.

It's just darkness longer than water. It
was the cheapest way to get to

Australia. Why would you want to come to
Australia?

It's full of Australians.

They have bad beer.

They malign all the great New
Zealanders. Don't even get me started on

bad motor thing.

Um...

No, no, no, no. No, no, no. Don't,
don't, don't. No. Oh, God.

Don't leave the hatch open during the
day. You're going to ruin everything

you've traded.

I'm real sorry about this, Cape
Granchard, but it's only going to hurt

second.

Sergeant Blake.

How are you?

Hands where I can see them.

Oh, hey.

Listen, I appreciate your unique brand
of hospitality, but I'm settling in just

fine, thanks.

It's your mail.

Break.

Oh.

Delivering the mail?

That is my job.

Sorry.

Oh, great.

This must be my snake repellent. What do
you know about the disappearance of

Farmer D?

Wait, which job are you now?

Don't play dumb with me, Mr. Brandon.

Did you say D's missing?

What do you know about it? Because you
look real suspicious to me.

Actually, I think you should come down
to the station.

We need to have a chat.

And, uh, newsflash, you're under arrest.

But I'm an American citizen, so you
haven't read me my Miranda rights. Plus,

get one phone call.

Okay. Well, you call this Miranda chick,
and then come

and find me when you're ready.

I'll be over here sorting letters.

Sure.

Even if she did arrest somebody, where
would they sit?

I don't suspect she's ever had that
problem.

Did she just litter?

First Mitch, now Farmer D?

I mean, something's going on around
here, Harry. Do you think maybe Mitch

to something?

He wouldn't tell me what his latest
project was until he had all the pieces

place.

I wouldn't give it much talk.

Mitch was a secretive bugger. Had all
kinds of working theories. You know what

they say.

Crazy in the head, crazy in the bed.

Speaking of which, Esme told me that
when Kim picked up her bread and milk,

also bought a couple of packets of
condom.

Two packs?

One medium and small.

I'll see you at the weigh -in.

All right, Hare.

Who are the mediums for?

Hey!

You go enjoy your sleepover, buddy. You
have some fun, okay?

Hey.

Thank you.

They're trying to help me fix the fences
with Arvo.

The cows will be fine, Mum.

Go on, run along.

I'm going to take a look around before
it gets dark.

Mum. Yeah?

Studies show it's important to
decompress at the end of a stressful

Why don't you go and have a play date
with Brendan?

He's not like anyone else around here,
is he?

He's cool.

The only single guy in a 50 -day radius.

Just be safe, OK?

I like being Aaron my child.

Carl, honestly, you... Things that come
out of your mouth.

Hey there. Hey.

It's been a rough day. My cows have
broken through an old fence, buggered

somewhere. Well, I could help you round
them up. I've been practicing with

Mitch's whip and I'm kind of a natural.

Ah. I'd rather keep my eyeballs where I
can see them.

No, I think at this time of day, it's
such a good idea to have a drink. I've

this first, and, um... Well, Kim,
harvest is tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah. But that does look like a
pretty nice box of wine.

Come on in.

I'll be there in a second.

Enjoy your naughty wrestling while you
can, because you won't be making your 20

tons, Mr. Brendan Brindle.

Brandon, Brendan, Brandon, whatever you
name it.

Soon Mitch's farm is going to be nice
and empty.

Good morning.

Oh, hi.

Could we not mention this to Carl?
Because I just know he's... Kim, I know

you're going to say. He'll take all the
credit. That wouldn't be fair.

What's this?

Family hangover recipe passed down from
my great -grandfather.

God, does this stuff even work?

No. Seriously, Kim, your country drinks
wine out of a bag that comes inside of a

box, and you don't have a solution for
this?

Oh, we do.

It's called hard -melt princess.

Good luck today.

I'd love to stay and help, but I've got
to go and get my cows out of Doron's

land.

Pray milk them to death.

Okay. See you later.

All right. Okay, bye.

Oh.

Why did I do this to myself on harvest
day?

We've got a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot of
work to do.

Iris, what's the progress on the, uh...
Oh.

Are these the nuts?

Yeah. Well, they can't be that hard to
open. Oh, well, they're difficult.

Come on, it's a bloody nut, Howard.

Oh. Watch that.

That's kind of great. Maybe it's easier
to cut the thing. Oh, careful, sir. I'm

fine. I did a knife skills class with
Peter Gordon.

Ow.

That is the second worst thing I have
ever put in my mouth.

This is a stupid sport.

What's the progress on the prototype
frag droid? It should be reaching the

midpoint of Mitch's farm.

Oh, sweet.

We go vertical, net minute, mother
light.

Looks like a pretty good load of nuts to
me.

It's a plethora of nuts. A veritable
profusion of nuts, I would

submit. I'll settle for sufficient.

It's Brandon.

It's Brandon. Never mind, what's the
wait? Your harvest come in just a bee's

dick short of 20 tons. Sorry, I'm new to
metric systems.

Where do bee's dicks fit in?

Look, take you to the front office and
we'll get you sorted.

12 kilos under.

Is there any wiggle room in this?

I'm very sorry, Brendan. I helped Mitch
draft up his will before I knew you.

And if you failed, we expected you to
fail in a really big way.

Not by just 12 kilograms.

I worked so freaking hard!

Can we round up?

Or give me another chance.

I can do better.

Any wiggle room I gave you would not
stand up in court.

Your awful cousin Craig would surely
contest it and win.

I'm so sorry. I really am.

So that's it?

I get nothing?

Not even a tip? Which, by the way, in my
country is customary when you

appreciate someone's all -out effort.

Every dollar from this crop has to be
put back into the farm to keep it

operating. That was the point of the 20
-pound minimum.

Well, can I at least have enough to fly
back to the States?

Put me down as farm equipment or an
export.

You can have all the frequent flyer
points that Mitch and I were saving up

that should be enough for a flight with
maybe some left over. What am I going to

do with extra frequent flyer points? I
don't know. Maybe trade them for your

imaginary coins or whatever they are.

Good luck.

How much were you short by?

Well, there was something about a bee
with a 12 -kilogram dick.

How would such a thing get off the
ground?

Even if it did, it would break every
flower it landed on.

Probably get kicked out of the hive.

The queen would be sorry to see him go.

Might as well drink this.

No.

I actually thought I was doing a pretty
good job here.

I thought all this was going to be mine.

I'm really sorry, Brendan.

You know, you're going to work something
out.

You will. Kim, this was me working
things out. And look where that's ended

I'm going to go home in worse shape than
I arrived.

You're going back to San Francisco.

Well, it's clear that I'm no farmer.

And I never will be. I mean, the only
thing I was ever good at was getting

crypto. Until I wasn't.

I'll be disappointed to hear that.

Kim, I didn't... No, no, it's fine. I
mean,

it's not like we promised each other
anything. I mean, well,

one date and a, you know, half -decent
wine -fuelled route, and what's that?

You... You thought it was half -decent?
I thought it was wine -fuelled.

Let's not drag this out, yeah? I've got
a lot to do, so... I'll see you around.

You said decent also before the part
after that.

I thought we were getting along.

I fed you and I watered you.

And you couldn't give me 12 more lousy
kilos?

I'm talking to you, John F. Kennetry.

And you, Macadamia Winehouse.

And you.

You broke my heart, Leifer Sutherland.

Where were you guys when I needed you?

Hopefully Mother Nature will water the
trees for me while I continue my search.

Breaking dawn at suspect site.

Appears to be a bunch of soil test
holes.

Something is a foot under foot.

Hey,

it's Kim. I'm probably milking cows
right now, so leave a message.

Hi, Kim. Listen, I'm sorry about before.
I know I've been a real low -flying

duck's ass lately.

I don't even know what I was trying to
say, but listen, I think I've discovered

something.

March 15, G8.

The entrance has to be around here
somewhere.

Entrance?

Entrance to what?

I know volcanoes.

I doubt you've even been to a volcano.

Uh, Mr. Click, Boss Monday.

I can't be sure, but I think we're being
spotted coming out of the hatch.

How many times do I have to tell you
idiots to keep that hatch closed during

day? And once and for all, volcanoes do
not have a hole.

Kim, Kim, Kim, I'm so glad that you
called. I think I'm being changed by

You mean underage kids?

Kim,

could you hear me?

Oh, shit.

Hey, it's Kim. I'm probably milking cows
right now, so leave a message.

Kim, I'm coming. I just, I don't know
where you are.

More stupid buddy coordinates to cross
off the list. Tomorrow, I'll move on to

G7.

G7 part one

More

voices detected directly below getting

dark. I'll have to continue in G7
tomorrow

you can.

That's north.

Oh, that tastes

like socks and carpet.

Which idiot put...

I'm going to need a policewoman or a
lawyer.

What?

No, I'm not planning a stag party.

Get over here. I'm in the woods behind
these place.

Ready penetration of the reserve within
five minutes, sir. Excellent, Iris.

Soon, our beloved New Zealand will have
enough gas to power her flat screens

deep into the night.

Let's... Let's join!

Sorry about this, miss, but it would be
good to have an experiment again.

Oh, wow.

That might have been a bit much.

Ken, I thought I was going to have to
kiss these nuts goodbye.

These nuts ain't going anywhere, my
friend.

My guy, you're Mitch.

Are you from the CIA?

No, I'm Brandon Brandon, your know
-nothing nephew. I follow the clues you

Well, did you follow them some slightly?

I'll be coming out of my mind down here.

My back's killing me.

Brandon, you need to get the key.

Sure. Wait, what?

Oh, my God. You're Strawberry John.

How is New Zealand?

Did you go inside that giant inflatable
ball where they push you downhill and

then you've got to kind of steer while
you're in it? I'm dying to do that

Oh, I think you might have me confused
with someone else. I'm Avocado John.

No, you're not. You know you're not
allowed to pick your own nickname,

Strawberry. That's true, actually.

Brendan, the cave!

Yeah, okay, right.

Kimmy, by the way, I'm sorry about what
I said. I don't want to go. Maybe I can

drive Esme's taxi on her free night. We
can talk about it later, okay? You've

got to stop Zoran. He's about to dump a
load of chemicals into the aquifer. If

he does, all these funds are going to be
ruined.

Got it.

Mitch. Okay.

Okay, go. We're going to be fine. Go. Go
get Zoran.

Go! No, no, no, no, not now.

Not now.

Don't now.

Ow! Ow!

Oh, come on, Satan.

With a glass, I can almost smell the
gas.

Zora, you cheese -eating bastard!

Stop whatever crazy shit you're doing
right now!

And you're too late.

You take one step closer and I will push
this button.

Not yet, sir.

When do you think it's to go?

You couldn't keep that to yourself?

Come on, Mitch. Come on, Mitch.

It's the longest ten seconds ever.
Sorry.

Just a little firmware update.

Get the rematch!

I did make my quota. You thieving, low
-flying duckdash!

Oh!

Stop my nutsacks, Zora!

Brandon, come on. We've got to go.

Your cowardly iris brings a shadow of
shame upon the long white cloud. Let's

home, cuz.

We'll never steal together again.

Doron! Hey, even though no one likes you
up here, you should probably get out of

there.

Is Harry here?

Harry!

Sack! Check my sack!

It must be at least 12 kilos.

Mitch!

You're alive?

Oh, thank God.

Oh, Harry, my darling.

I thought I'd never see you again.

So do you still think all my theories
are crazy?

I'm just happy that you're okay.

Okay and desperately in need of a
shower.

Young love.

Very proud of you, Brendan.

Thanks for bringing him home.

Oh, you're welcome, Harry.

Aside from saving me from being a mole
person, Harry tells me you've shown some

real grit, Brendan.

Family farm is yours, if you still want
it.

I'd like that a lot. I mean, it's hard
work, but weirdly, I think I really like

being a farmer.

You're still alive, Mitch. I mean, what
are you going to do? I realize down

there what's important, and I've no time
to waste.

Harry and I are going traveling, and if
we still like each other after that,

maybe we'll get married.

Maybe I'm not too old to make that
mistake again, but I will need a better

proposal than that.

By the way, Uncle Mitch, for what it's
worth, I promise to make ongoing

to not let you down completely.

I'd have to come by and teach you a
thing or two about farming before we

though.

Yeah, that didn't go too well.

Say, Uncle Mitch, what's with that
freaky chicken of yours?

It's where I hide my crypto wallet. I've
been following your blog for years and

I have a very nice nest egg to show for
it. Lucky I went missing before you

started pushing DigiDog.

Son of a gun.

So, does that mean that you might be
sticking around a bit longer?

It does look that way, ma 'am.

Next, we'll have to sort out your visa.

A lot easier if you two were married.

I am not afraid of the dark, where your
words devour my

heart and put me to shame, put me to
shame.

From your seven worlds to life, whenever
I am by your

side.

And just from a distant sun,

who shall...

Still so young to travel so far.

Old enough to know who you are.

Wise enough to carry the scars.

Without any blame.

There's no one to blame.

Easy to forget what you learned.

Waiting for the truth to return.

Drilling your desire burn.

And drawn to the plan.