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Help!

Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

Help me!

Help me!

Help me, please,
you have to help me!

Please!

Hey, what's that place
with great turkey panini?

Mancolo's.

No, no the--

Oh, um, Castellani's.

Mm.

Order lunch from there for
the department budget meeting.

Love that panini.

♪ The Librarians 01x03 ♪
And the Horns of a Dilemma
Original Air Date on December 14, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Go, go.

Oomph.

It took me two minutes to
disable all three of you.

Stone, you've got an IQ of 190.

You should know you can't solve
everything with brute force alone.

It's worked so far.

Fight smarter, not harder.

Still, at least
you can fight.

Ezekiel bailed on his team.

These are the hands of
a world-class thief.

I don't do punchy.

And Cassandra hid. Badly.

I'm here to do
science and math.

And occasionally
hallucinate.

You're just not being fair.

You think I'm not fair,
wait until you meet

the bad guys, which is why
we'll run drills again tomorrow

and every day until I'm sure
I can take you out

into the field with even a chance
of you coming back in one piece.

How substandard
were they?

Good pep talk, Jenkins.

While you were out, a new page
appeared in the clipping book.

Looks fascinating.

No. Not yet.

Well, this is crazy.

Every day a new page shows up

of weird newspaper
clippings in this book.

And every day you
tell us to ignore it.

We've hardly opened it
since the day Flynn left.

Because you're not ready.

Flynn told us we were
supposed to help people.

Ezekiel's right.
Flynn gave us a job.

We're supposed to be
checking out the weird--

not sit around here.

Ezekiel's right.
I said that.

Jenkins, stay out--

Marvelous, isn't it?

I told you, this is
where I do my research.

Judson always insisted we
just lock the artifacts away

but I experiment
on them, study them.

Improve them.

It's hard enough to rein them
in without you dangling

that clippings book
in front of them.

Why rein them?

You'll have to put them in
the field sooner or later.

I've gone into the field
with experienced soldiers

with a good plan, good Intel
and still come home

with nothing but dog tags.

I'm talking soldiers with
training who've seen combat.

These three?

I promised Flynn
I'd keep them alive.

They're not even
close to ready.

We're doing this, right?

Hell yeah, we are.

Let's go.

I appreciate you wanting to
keep them out of harm's way.

But librarians exist to keep
magic out of the wrong hands.

Their job is to be
in harm's way.

I can't protect three
of them at once

and they can't take
care of themselves.

Not without a lot
more training.

We used to put librarians in the
field with no training at all.

Oh, yeah?
And how many came back?

The best ones.

I said--

Henry Birch.
Twenty-one.

He was on a full-scholarship in chemical
engineering at Boston University.

He went missing two days ago.

Seven other clippings, all missing
people, disappeared this year.

That many, the police
are on it.

Nope. Victims are from all
around the country.

The only reason to suspect
they're connected

is that they all showed up
in our magic book.

That's eight people gone.
Maybe dead.

We don't have any--
you know?

How many more are gonna go
missing before we step in?

What if he's still alive?

What if we have a chance to
save Henry Birch and we don't?

And you're willing to risk
your lives for him?

I won't risk my life.

But I assume I can outrun
anything, so I'm in.

Fine, but we're
going in with a plan.

I want full breakdowns on
the missing,

backgrounds on
their workplaces,

magical and
supernatural possibilities.

Oh, God, what have I done?

Even though the victims
were from all over,

they all disappeared
in Boston.

Any connection
beyond the city?

Yes. Golden Axe Foods.

They all worked and this
was tricky,

some of them under subsidiaries,

some under shell companies,

Henry Birch was for a
scholarship, but...

In conclusion, they were all
interns at Golden Axe Foods.

I'm familiar with the logo.

They were all over the farms
in my home town.

They sell, like, engineered
seeds and stuff, it's huge.

I've scoped the security.

Run of the mill guards, boring
alarms, when do we break in?

We don't break in, we go in,
we ask questions,

no picking fights--

What are you doing?

Sending you to Boston.

I present to you
the back door.

Yeah, that's
the broom closet.

Ah, no! It is a door

behind which presently
exists the broom closet.

Mr. Stone, hook those up.

Put 'em here.

You see, magic works
on similarities.

Uh, symbolic resonance.

Yes.

A voodoo doll is
symbolic of a person.

And lead can be
transformed into gold

because it is
already similar.

So, with a little magic

and I might add a great deal

of underappreciated work,

that broom closet door

can become a symbolic
representation

of any other door.

Oh!

That first step might
be just a little--

Yeah, thanks for
the warning, Jenkins.

This is Boston.

You moved the annex
to Boston?

No, just the door.
Does no one listen?

It's an Einstein-Rosen bridge.

It's a wormhole.

The back door is
on the East Coast--

and the front door is
still on the West Coast.

Wait, we can go anywhere
we want in the world?

Absolutely anywhere,
that has a door.

Still working out
the kinks.

You know, it doesn't
stay open very long.

And it's not the most
accurate thing.

And most frankly, getting
to the right city is a win--

Any door?

Like, say,
a bank vault door?

I'm asking for a mate.

We do this, you do what
I say, when I say. Clear?

Good luck.

What?

Nothing. Go away.
I'm working.

Eight of our interns
have gone missing.

Golden Axe Foods is one of the
oldest companies in the world.

Over the decades,
the centuries,

no matter war, famine,
plague, Golden Axe

always prevails and we've
done so through integrity.

So the idea of any
wrongdoing is--

Well, I for one am shocked.

Franklin, did you
know about this?

I'm also shocked.

And your interest
in this, miss?

Colonel Baird, NATO
counter-terrorism.

I am less shocked.

You think our interns
were terrorists?

You're a big agribusiness.

You have access
to the food supply.

We prefer not
to take any chances.

Miss Willis?

The Tokyo office
is on the line.

Not now, Jennie.

Well, as CEO of Golden Axe,
I am, of course,

deeply concerned about
this chain of events.

But I don't know how
much more I can tell you.

We throughput interns
pretty quickly here.

Most don't have
the skills to compete.

You can imagine what it's like
to deal with utter amateurs.

You know, why don't you
speak to human resources?

I'm sure they have the records of
the people you're looking for.

Would you show them the way?

Mr. Franklin, Tokyo really needs
to confirm the shipping price.

Hai.

They know something.

How do you know
they know something?

Eight missing interns, they
should've buried us in lawyers,

not danced us straight in to
meet Karen Willis, the CEO.

She wanted to size us up.
Find out what we know.

So they know now that we know
something but do we now know

they know something more than
just knowing we know something?

I betcha whatever they're about to
show us in HR is gonna be faked up.

You know, just for show.

The originals might be
on the main server,

if I can find the server room.

We just passed it.
Back there.

Yeah, air seals
for climate control.

Most security I've seen
on this floor.

Good, you three go to HR.

If she wants to put on
a show, you're the audience.

I'm gonna break into
the server room.

Uh, Ezekiel Jones,
world-class thief.

Why am I playing audience
and you're a burglar?

Because I want the three
of you together, safe,

in a place that
is very boring.

What I say, when I say it.

Excuse me? Restroom?

Down the hall.

Go ahead.
I'll catch up.

Please.

I'll wait for
your friend.

Room zero-fourteen.

Go left, left, then right.

We should have warned Baird that
guy was going back after her.

Hey, she's the one who
sent us on a snipe hunt.

Let her sweat a little.

What did he say?
Left, left and right?

You are not servers.

Look at this.

Looks like Greek frescoes.

This is late Helladic,
I think.

Now why would these be
down here in the basement?

More like, sub-basement.

Did we down a little
and nobody noticed?

Guys, can we just hurry up
and find Human Resources?

This lighting is
giving me a headache.

Are you sure it's not your
brain grape about to pop?

Okay, new rule.

How about we not refer
to the tumor that

will one day kill me
as a brain grape?

Ah, here we go.

And I was worried
we were getting lost.

We're not in
Human Resources.

Go, go.

Baird!

I'm texting you
some pictures.

I found something
real weird.

Wow, did you?
We found something weird too!

I found a room full
of really old art.

That is weird.

We found a room
full of human skulls!

What do you mean
human skulls?

How many ways can
I mean human skulls?

Left, to left
and right, guys.

This doesn't make
any sense.

Wait a minute,
this is not late Helladic.

This is Minoan.

There's barely any complete
Minoan art known to exist.

Minoan.
Why do I know that name?

Greek mythology.

Theseus and the Minotaur.

Big monster,
head of a bull.

Inescapable Labyrinth.

Theseus had a big ball
of thread,

used it so he
wouldn't get lost--

This place is kind
of Labyrinth-y.

And I'm looking at
a really old ball of thread.

Well, that's
clearly stupid.

There is no way
under a skyscraper

we are in a Labyrinth.

Okay, maybe we are
in a Labyrinth.

Let's go!

Yes.

Jenkins, quick question.

Any chance someone could
have recreated

the Minotaur's Labyrinth in
a skyscraper in Boston?

Goodness, no.
don't be absurd.

Even assuming that you
had enough power,

you would need a, just
a magnificent collection

of ancient Minoan artifacts
to focus it.

The librarians are
in the Labyrinth.

I sent them there alone.

Why?

To keep them safe.

That was a very bad idea.

Although I will
say I'm impressed.

We've had guardians lose
librarians in the past of course.

But never three in one day.

It'll be quite some time
before anyone beats that.

So how do we get them out?

We don't.
It's a Labyrinth.

The whole point
is you can't get out.

Well, what about
your magic back door?

Can't you open
that inside the Labyrinth?

Colonel, I told you,
I was lucky we found Boston.

I, I can't pinpoint them
in a maze.

Okay, so what about that
other thing you said,

symbolic whose-ee-flopper,
whatchamacallit, thingamajiggy?

The Labyrinth isn't just a maze,
it's a magic maze. All right?

It exists in more than
three dimensions

and you know what
I seriously doubt?

Putting an extra-dimensional
hole

in a multi-dimensional
space is a very good idea!

That was not a request.

Guys, wait.

Something isn't--

Hm, just give me
a minute.

Wasn't it right,
then right, then left?

No, no, no, no, no.
This is not the time, kid.

Okay? We got to run
because--

Do not say because
the Minotaur is coming.

Because there is no Minotaur
and I'll tell you why.

In your myth,
what's-his-face?

Theseus.

Yeah, right.
He killed the Minotaur.

So the Minotaur is dead,
and if it's dead,

he's not here. Right?

Right?

This is wrong.

The hallway we were
in before should

cut through here,
but it doesn't.

It's impossible.

Hey, guys, I think
we should go this way.

This is great.

Stuck in a magic maze with two of
the least reliable people I know.

Wait, least reliable?

You have been on
my case non-stop.

Why am I "unreliable"?

Not now, all right?
We got to move.

I know. I betrayed you
that first time, so--

Not now.

Hey. I was scared.

I have a death sentence
inside my head

and they offered me a cure,
so what was I supposed to do?

Not sell us out.

So self-righteous.

Look at me and all
I've sacrificed;

I'm such a good boy.

Well, I take my
responsibility seriously--

Shh.

You made your bed. I didn't
get a choice in mine.

So you don't get to
judge me for a--

There's a pattern.

Pattern, pattern.
Pattern, pattern.

Circles inside squares
inside triangles.

That's why I
have the headache.

My brain knew that we were in a maze before
we even really noticed it ourselves.

I can see it.
Kind of.

Can you kind of
get us out of here?

Oy! Whatever issues you two
are having, save it.

I saw we follow
the brain grape.

We are not calling
it a brain grape.

Follow the brain grape.
This way.

Ha!

Where next?

Kind of more guessing than
knowing, but I guess this way.

One short, one long,
two short.

What? Morse code?

That's an L.
For librarians?

It's Baird.
Let's go.

Anyone else worried the monster
heard those gunshots, too?

I'm hoping we
find Baird first.

Human Resources. So safe.
So boring.

Go!

We have to hold out
as long as we can!

Well, I'll be damned.

I did not think that would
work with a cabinet door.

Go, go!

Symbolic representation
of you in the Labyrinth.

That's a trick I won't be
trying any time soon again.

Ha. So. First time out.
How'd it go?

As far as we can tell, ma'am,

she doesn't see to
have disturbed anything.

Why was she in here?

She can't know what
we're doing unless-- no.

There's only one librarian
and he was just spotted in--?

Budapest, I think.

Expedite the timetable
just in case.

Start tomorrow, with that
blonde idiot at my desk.

Honestly, how hard
is it to knock?

And if these people
come back?

They won't.

Nobody escapes
the Labyrinth.

It's the thread.

The thread.

What's all this other stuff?

Magic has three parts.

Power, to change reality.

Focus to direct that change

and an effect that change
in the real world.

The effect would be
the Labyrinth, right?

Created by the focus of
the Minoan artifacts.

Mr. Stone, you have
a knack for this.

But the power that holds
it all together,

that's the original
thread in the myth.

Millennia old.

"Millennia" means
thousands of years--

Yes, thank you.

Once you take the thread out,

it would be like taking
the battery out of a car.

Yes. Crude analogy
but totally accurate.

We destroy the thread and
the entire multi-dimensional

hoo-ha collapses in
on itself with a whoosh.

All we have to do is
get past that Minotaur.

Everything I have on Minotaurs.

Nasty creatures.
Hold a grudge.

I put seven rounds into the
thing and it still got back up.

There are many immortal beings that
can be injured but not killed.

Nicolas Flamel.
The Wandering Jew.

The Black Mask, the sources
reported him killed

many times but he always
seems to pop up when needed.

If I can't kill this thing,
what am I supposed to do?

Colonel, the library chose
you for a reason and trust me,

it wasn't because of
your ability to kill.

We're not gonna
save Henry Birch.

Well, then we get him justice.

We're here to protect innocent
people from out-of-control magic.

I say this qualifies.

Golden Axe Foods has
the Labyrinth in its basement.

Tell me why.

Well the myth is that
the King imprisoned

the Minotaur in the Labyrinth.

Every seven years he sends down 14 virgins,
seven men, seven women, for sacrifice.

Good luck finding
14 virgins these days.

The Greek words for "virgin"
are eitheos and parthenos,

they both literally mean
unmarried man and woman.

You-- it could mean youth,
it could mean inexperienced--

Interns.

Okay? So in the myth,

what did the King get
for his sacrifices?

He gets power.

He gets prosperity
and wealth.

"Through war, famine and plague,
Golden Axe will always prevail".

The myth calls for
fourteen sacrifices.

They're gonna kill
six more people

if we don't do
anything about it.

Six more people are gonna be
screaming, run down by that.

At least.

I mean, this has been going
on for centuries,

who's to say they're
ever going to stop?

We have to get that thread.

Have I mentioned, you know,
world class thief?

Relentlessly.

So the cases themselves
have some heavy-duty security.

Taser nets are built in.

Touch one of the cases
without deactivating

the net and zap,
50,000 volts.

But the trick is getting
back into that building,

past that monster
and tunneling underground

is obviously out
of the question--

Guys?

That's impossible.

This is exactly like the
frescoes that were in the--

We're back in the Labyrinth.

Okay, so I've got a
phone signal, but no GPS.

How is this happening?

Sorry, could you tell me
where the nearest subway is?

Sure.

Thanks.

Yes?

Jenkins, quick question.

We're on the street outside the annex but
we seem to be back in the Labyrinth.

Huh.

So, annoying or cryptic, those
are your two speeds, huh?

It's possible the Labyrinth
isn't just a place,

it is a lingering effect.

Like a curse?

Yes. The Labyrinth
won't let you out.

It's confusing your senses,
warping space around you.

It doesn't matter where you go,
you'll get lost,

eventually wandering
back into its clutches.

Fascinating.

So how do we find the thread
and shut down the maze

if we're stuck in the maze?

Huh.

If you say "huh" one
more time, so help me--

Colonel Baird!
Colonel Baird?

Run!

Jenkins! The Minotaur's in
the maze with us!

Get us out of here!

I told you, I cannot pull
that trick off twice.

Um...

But perhaps I could use
the Labyrinth itself

to buy you some time.

He's right behind us!

The Labyrinth confuses
the senses, distorts space.

I can actually amplify
the effect.

If I create
a dimensional bubble

around you so confusing even
the Minotaur can't find you.

For how long?

Five minutes.

Maybe less,
certainly not more.

Good luck, Colonel.

Oh, and run.

Come on.

Okay, stay calm.

I've been in
worse spots than this before.

Well, that
strains credibility.

Stone, you take point.

Ezekiel, watch the rear,
there's a high roof up there.

There isn't.

You heard what Jenkins said,

the Labyrinth is just trying
to confuse us.

Even it was there,
we couldn't reach it.

It's not a suggestion,
it's an order.

And I'm not a soldier!

You're right.

I am, but you're not.
You're librarians.

Librarians win because
of what they know.

So, what do you know?

Come on, guys,
what do you know?

Theseus.
Bloke from the story.

He went into the maze
and killed the Minotaur.

The Minotaur
can't be killed.

Then how did he escape?

You said the Minotaur was
imprisoned inside the Labyrinth.

Every prison I've ever seen had a
control center inside the walls.

Your man Theseus, maybe
he didn't go to the center

to try and
kill the Minotaur--

Maybe he went to the center
to pull the plug on the maze,

same as us.

You want to bet that maze
leads back to those artifacts?

No, because I was in that
artifact room, I wasn't--

keycard.

I used that stolen keycard.

The executive keycards keep them
from getting lost in the Labyrinth.

We don't try to escape.
We go deeper in.

I can get us to the center.

My brain started trying to figure out
the maze when I was in it before.

I've seen, experienced
more of it now.

I bet I can get us through.

Okay, Cassandra's our thread.

Follow her.
Outrun the Minotaur,

steal the power source for
the maze, shut it down.

Librarians, we have a plan.

The Labyrinth: Imagine
a building where every floor

has a different layout.

And sometimes, when you
walk around,

you move between floors
without even knowing it.

So from your perspective,
the layout looks different

but if you know what
floor you're on,

it makes perfect sense.

Sure. Duh.

I just need to know how many
floors are in the building.

That number, all the core geometry
is gonna be based on that.

- Without it--
- It should be seven.

Seven's the number.
The myth is built on seven.

Seven male victims.

Seven female, sacrificed
every seven years.

Seven. Seven is violet.

Three seven-dimensional
polytypes:

Seven simplex, seven-cube
and the seven-orthoplex.

There aren't enough vertices.

It's a demihepteract!

Gotcha!

Okay.

Is this the way in?

It's the way back
to the annex.

Probably.
Maybe.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Where are you going?

We have to split up.

And you don't want to be in
the Labyrinth when it goes poof.

We're staying together. I'm not
letting you out of my sight again.

If we stick together
he's got us.

This doesn't work unless someone
distracts Mister Stompy.

Fine, I'll distract him.

On your own, you don't
stand a chance.

And if he kills you,
then he's gonna chase us down.

So we send these two in alone?

Cassandra to find the center,
me to grab the thread.

It's the only way.

You can't protect us all.

How much time do you need?

Ten minutes to find the center.

Five to crack the case
holding the thread.

15 minutes. Check.

Don't jump the gun.

Don't lose the bull.

And don't stray
off the path.

Good hunting.
Remember, we do this--

I know-- smarter, not harder.
I got it.

Minotaur growls )

Yo!

Come on, boy.

Okay, which way
to the center?

That way.

No, wait.
That way.

You sure?

Back off, I'm doing math.

That way.

He's gaining on us.

Seven times seven
is forty-nine.

Forty-nine times seven
is three-forty-three.

Wait. It's here.

It's right here.

Good for math.

This way!

We're not gonna make it.

What are you doing?

I'll buy you as
much time as I can.

- What?
- Go!

No! Baird!

--Seven points on a heptagon--

seven is a Mersenne prime,

two to the third minus
one equals seven---

I--

I can't do it.

No, I can't do it.

Seven dimensions is--
it's too much. I can't.

Seven's nothing.

Leaves you with what,
three fingers?

I once stole a gun out of a
cop's hand using three fingers.

Stone was right.
You can't trust me.

I'll let everyone down.

If I was in your shoes,
with that thing

growing in my head,

I'd have sold everybody out
for a cure, too.

The only difference is,
I would have stuck the landing.

Let Flynn die.

Let the serpent
brotherhood win.

Let the world burn.
But you didn't.

Yeah, you screwed people over
but you didn't let them down.

I can't hold it though,
it's too much.

So close your eyes.

Focus on your other senses.

My other senses and
I don't get along so well.

Brain grape.

So I'll be your other senses.

Shut your eyes and
see the map inside your head.

I'll lead you through.

You really trust me
to do that?

I'm the thief that
bails on everybody.

Pretty sure you're
the one trusting me.

Okay.

We need to go down
and to the left.

That's good. Good.
Good.

Look at that.
Smarter and harder.

You did it.
We made it.

You okay?

Yeah. Go.

I just need to
count down from seven.

Seven is violet,
six is indigo, five is blue--

Shut down the tasers,
pop the case, grab the thread.

Five minutes is all we need.

You don't have it.

Who are you?

We're the librarians.

We accept your surrender.

There's only one librarian
and you are not him.

But something has changed.

There's more magic in the world,
more power to our sacrifices.

Golden Axe, in one form
or another has been

sacrificing innocents to
the Labyrinth for 3,000 years

and we have never seen
a stock bump like we got

off our last offering.

We made it.

Is it still behind us?

Assume yes.

You are the first modern
people to reach the center.

No intern has
ever managed that.

Kids today.

There's no initiative!

You are a more old-fashioned,

ritual sacrifice
kind of person?

I single-handedly
modernized the process.

I said, "let's amortize".

Spread the sacrifices out over the year
instead of doing them all at once.

Increases the overhead but
the decrease in visibility

means your return on investment is
even higher on a per-intern basis.

Hey. You got to spend money
to make money.

I get it. Let's say we all
part as friends--

You know, I'm not sure
if shooting you here

counts towards our fourteen

or if the Minotaur has
to make the kill itself.

I guess I'll find out tomorrow
when I see the market returns.

Oh! Oh!

Only two of you?

I never thought they were
cut out for--

Is that thing trying
to get into my annex?

You led that back to my--?

Not now!

Hey! This is delicate.

That's good, too.

Come on, then.

Give me that thread.

If you drop it,
we're all doomed.

Uh, any ideas?

Hey, let's
be professional.

I have the resources.

You obviously
have the talent.

Name your price.

Double if you take it
in stock options.

Jenkins.

He said that magic
depends on symbols.

What better symbol of
a Labyrinth than

a straight line rapped around
and around and around itself?

Here. Catch!

The Labyrinth!
The Labyrinth!

I believe I said
with a "whoosh".

Cassandra, Jones!

Whoa!

Got it.

Ha ha!

Whoa!

We made it.

Yeah. You did.

This time, you did.

You should have seen her.

No hiding. Took the fight
right to the big bad.

And Ezekiel.

He did kind of save
the day by bailing on me.

I told you.
I don't do punchy.

Well done.

May I?

Now without this to serve
as a power source,

the Labyrinth should shrivel
up and wink out of existence.

Eventually.

We ought to lock that up.

Yes. Well, we don't have
the facilities

of the main library,
but I'll think of something.

What about Willis?

I mean, I know we stopped her,
but shouldn't she go to jail

or something for what she did
to Henry Birch and the others?

I wouldn't worry
about Ms. Willis.

She imprisoned a Minotaur.

Nasty creatures.
Hold a grudge.

Those people do not know
who they're messing with.

Librarians or not, we will
find them,

destroy them
and get back what we--

Hey.

Look, um, things got a
little heated in there--

Don't worry about it.

I'm not.

Kind of worried about
what you said to me.

You know, if we're gonna
work together,

you're gonna need to trust--

Nobody knows.

Nobody back home knows
about this.

I have kept it a secret

for twenty years.

Why would you hide that?

You're a genius,
you know about culture

and art
and beautiful things.

I told you before,
family ain't ever easy.

For me...

You don't--
No.

That's enough for now.

The point is, I'm used to
keeping my life separated.

All right?

My family, my friends,
I love 'em.

I like 'em.

No problem working
right along side of them.

Any of them.

But I don't trust a single
one of 'em to tell them...

I mean, can you imagine
meeting Flynn,

meeting you,

meeting Baird

and the thief.

Finding out about
this library.

Finding people
I could trust.

Well, you know
how that felt?

I do.
I really do.

And then to have it broken?

I like you, Cassie.

There's no way around it,
I just do.

But I trusted you and,

uh, I learned my lesson.

Not, it's not--

look, it always
ends bad so--

old way's best.

So, end of day, not too bad
for a first time out, was it?

You did okay.

I, I could do better.

I spent my entire adult life
in the military.

Everybody fits into a box.

You don't.

You're not assets
to be protected,

you're not soldiers
I can order around.

I don't know what you are.

Well, maybe the term you're
looking for is "partners".

Fair enough.

Can you go back to the part
where you said we were awesome?

I said you did okay.

Yeah, but I'm gonna
take that as "we rule."

Mostly me.
You guys were okay.

Okay? I did math.

True. Points for math.

Stone, though, you mostly
just got beat up.

I do rule.

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