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A little pause for.

a while.

Shopkeep!

Oh, Mr. Rich Steve, you're early.

I thought we'd agreed that... Is it ready?

Uh, yes, sir.

I put the finishing touches on it just this morning.

Behold!

Before you stands the greatest tailoring in all of human history.

Note the understated pinstriping.

Brazilian wandering spider silk lining.

An unprecedented two interior pockets.

And, of course, embedded military-grade weaponry, which allows the wearer to

annihilate anything that stands in his way.

I think you'll find that this suit is certain to

Grant you the unconditional respect of your peers.

You've done well, my friend.

And I treat my friends right.

Um, sir, this is not the price we agreed upon.

Listen, pal, I didn't get stupid rich by paying people what I owed them.

This suit represents the apex of human ingenuity.

If you won't pay what it's worth, I have many buyers who will.

Oh, big mistake.

Guards!

You're not worthy of my creation!

Ain't nobody gonna wear this suit but me.

Hold this.

And this.

My new suit and I are a safe distance away.

Blow this guy to smithereens.

Uh, do we have to stand here?

Couldn't we like... Shut it!

I'm not paying you to not blow yourselves up!

Father!

Nooooo!

Come back here!

Come back here!

Guards!

Stop him!

Oh, right.

You can't hide forever, suit!

I paid ten dollars for you!

I own you!

One mounted fish.

Got it.

Let's go borrow Benson's car and go to the mall.

Yeah, he won't care if we're gone all day.

What's the matter?

I thought you loved logging into lost and found items.

No, I do.

It's just... I feel like I've tried everything to get people to respect me.

I've tried screaming, yelling, furiously pointing... Nothing works!

Some life for a manager.

Huh?

What's this?

Wow!

Who lost this?

The president?

Man, I bet a guy could get some real respect in a suit like this.

Looks like your size.

You should try it on.

Huh.

Not bad, right?

Looking sharp.

Makes my butt look a bit flat, though.

Nice.

You know what?

Nobody ever comes back for this stuff anyway.

I'm gonna keep it.

Morning, everyone.

Dang, sick duds, bro.

Indeed.

Huh.

Uh, thanks.

Anyway, I, uh... Aw, man, we're late.

I told you we didn't have time to get tacos.

Nah, we're fine.

He's not even here.

Wait, who's the new guy?

Did Benson get replaced by a millionaire or something?

Very funny, guys.

Try to be on time, okay?

That is Benson.

Sweet threads.

Dig up a rich old uncle?

I didn't dig anybody up.

But thanks.

I feel good.

Well, we're sorry for being late.

Yeah, won't happen again, sir.

Wait, who?

Me, sir?

Yeah, you, sir.

You're the boss, right?

Yeah, I am the boss.

Let's get this day started.

Hey!

Hey, Joe.

The usual, please.

Looking classy, Benson.

On the house.

Well, don't mind if I...

My legs!

What's going on?

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Whoa!

Nice work, son.

Looks like you could show us boys in blue a thing or two.

Shame about the suit, though.

Easy.

Just a dab.

Huh.

That was easy.

No!

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Suit, you were the best thing that ever happened to me.

You made me feel...

Alive.

Full of... Power.

Full of... Strong...ness.

To you, Suit.

May we meet again in the next life.

Good morning.

That's impossible!

This is either a miracle or I've gone insane.

But who cares?

I look good.

You sure do, Benson.

Thanks!

What?

Who said that?

It's me, Benson.

The suit.

You...can talk?

I can do many things.

Why didn't you say anything before now?

I wanted to be certain that you were worthy.

Incompetence aside, you showed me that you cared

about me when you tried to clean that stain.

I was created for a dark purpose, Benson.

To be a status symbol for evil men.

Evil, mysterious, powerful, handsome, wealthy men.

But after these last few days, I've realized that I would rather be worn

by someone with absolutely none of those qualities.

I want to live a simple life as the suit of a simple man.

You are that man, Benson.

Cool.

I'll never leave you, Benson.

Also, if you're interested, I have a few

ideas for keeping Mordecai and Rigby in line.

Let's go manage a park.

I don't know how you did it, bro, but wearing that

suit two days in a row made it look even better.

Yeah, right?

Get used to it.

I'm gonna be wearing this thing for the rest of my life.

Unfortunately for you, that ain't gonna be that long.

Huh?

Who are you?

I'm the rightful owner of that fancy little three-piece you're wearing.

And I'm giving you until the count of ten to hand it over

before my goons flatten this park like a well-ironed shirt.

Suit, is that true?

Who is this guy?

It's true.

His name is Rich Steve.

Steve for short.

And he killed my father.

He must have tracked me down from my built-in GPS signal.

That's horrible.

What the heck is going on?

And is Benson talking to his suit?

I don't know, but that dude looks pretty evil.

Come on!

Benson, I don't want to be worn by this... this monster.

Will you help me?

We're family now, suit.

Of course I will.

The suit belongs with me, Steve.

Besides, you and your goons are outnumbered.

You should leave while you still can.

I see how it is.

Well, let's see how you like these numbers.

Your move, Benson.

The suit or your life?

Uh, maybe just give him the suit.

This guy's hired an entire army!

The six of us can't defeat an army!

No, not the six of us.

Just you and me.

What?

Shoot, no!

Benson, wait!

What are you doing?

This is crazy!

Just trust me.

I'm gonna die!

Die!

Whoa.

Benson, work with me.

If we fight as one, we can't fail.

I don't know anything about fighting.

Just let loose.

Channel your anger.

Roar!

Ow!

Anger, huh?

Well, I've got plenty of that.

Hey, Steve!

Think fast!

Human shield number one, get into position.

Yes, sir!

Ooh!

Human shield number two!

You are now human shield number one!

Yes, sir!

Deborah?

Guess who just got that promotion?

Artillery!

Attack!

Did you guys know Benson could fight like this?

I wasn't even sure Benson had a pulse.

Air attack!

Yeah!

Benson, you're cool!

Let's see who dodged this!

Your contracts stipulate that you fight to the death!

Is that all of them?

Not all.

Where's Steve?

I.

can't have that suit.

No one can!

No one can!

No!

No!

Benson!

That all you got?

Benson!

Eat that!

What the?

No!

Stay dead!

Tanks, bud!

Wait!

No tanks!

We did it!

We're alive!

Benson!

Are you sure about this?

Yes.

As long as I exist, there will be power-hungry men willing to kill to wear me.

You know what you must do.

I'll miss you, suit.

I'll never be respected the way I was when we were a team.

You didn't need me to earn respect, Benson.

All you needed to learn was to take control of your life and respect yourself.

So, it really was me doing all the fighting.

No, that was pretty much all me.

You don't have to tell Mordecai and Rigby, though.

I won't.

So, what now?

You'll have to lower me since I can't deactivate myself.

But also, I can't really reach the rope.

Time to get really clean.

Goodbye, suit.

Goodbye, Benson.