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As you can see, gentlemen, Jampt View market share is at an all-time high.

Dusty old VHS tapes are out and streaming is in.

Or, to put it more plainly, Jampt View has revolutionized the way that people

are consuming their memories.

Jampt, I can't lie.

When you seemingly came out of nowhere and pitched us this Jampt View thing, we

thought you were sipping on crazy juice.

But now we realize that you're sipping a forward-thinking business smoothie.

Jokes aside, how long do you expect until you reach full market penetration?

Oh, very soon.

We're currently at 99% penetration, so the finish line's in sight.

But rest assured, gentlemen, I will get them all.

I've got a plan for the holdouts.

Here's your chicken wing roulette, sirs. Remember, one of these wings is gonna be

mega hot, and the other's not.

Dibs! All right, everyone.

One, two... So spicy!

You totally got spiced. My hand's burning!

Dude, your hands are still covered in sauce.

Help! Don't touch your eyes!

Why will I touch my... I do believe it's high

time I made some memories of this myrtitude in the afterlife.

Oh-ho-ho!

Yes, yes, everything is coming together splendidly. Ah, so nice to take a break

from my jam-few memory watching to get together with you guys.

Me suspicious.

This hell thog act before hitting caveman with club.

Ahoy, hoy, all. I'd like to introduce you all to my new friend, Lillian

LaFrance. Tell them a bit about yourself, Lillian. Well, I was the

world's foremost female motorcycle stunt rider, and I've broken every rib in my

body twice.

They call me the lady who flirts with death.

Hi, Lillian. I'm Gail Spacho. They called me the lady who slurps with soup.

It takes all kinds.

Now that you're all here, it's time to play a game called wing roulette.

There's one wing for each of us, but beware, one of them is a spicy snake in

the grass.

Sounds risky. You know I'm in. Uh, yeah.

If this is the sort of thing Lillian is into, then Ben Franklin is in as well.

On your marks, get set...

Well, anyone?

I'll say this. You can really taste the chicken.

Mead hotter bugs from under cold rock.

This isn't right at all.

The concierge should be able to help.

Wait, you wanted spicy wings?

You're sure these won't do? They're the hottest wings we have up here.

There must be some way to get hot sauce up here.

Well, rumor has it there is a hot chicken place in the underworld called

Screamin' Demons. I hear they have a sauce so hot it'll blow your head and

butt right off.

Oh, that sounds awful!

It's perfect!

Except, are we allowed to go down there?

Well, obviously they can't come up here.

But there's nothing that says that we can't move between levels.

I can take him. Oh, that's wonderful.

That's my job.

So if you take too long, I'm leaving without you. And if I leave without you,

there's no coming back.

Oh, dear.

Cavemen spend enough time in scary caves. Me stay here with weird tiny

woolly mammoth. Going down.

Hey, sorry. I just need to make a quick stop on Earth.

Right away.

Hey, I'm walking on Earth here.

Oh, my.

Next stop, the underworld.

What's wrong?

I'm afraid, Gale. I don't want the elevator to leave without us. Don't

worry, Pops. I'll hang back and stall the operator. My French onion stories

alone could buy us hours.

Maybe that guy knows where it is.

Um, hello, sir.

Would you happen to know where we could find screaming demons?

I get it. Just because I'm perpetually on fire for eternity for burning an ant

with a magnifying glass when I was nine, I must like hot sauce. Is that it?

I was just... Let me finish. You're lucky, though, because in this case, I

actually do like hot sauce, and it's right over that ridge there.

That's the longest line I've seen since the day I invented lines.

But don't worry.

I also invented cutting in lines.

Well, well, well, if it isn't my old pal.

I'm telling you, this guy here, the evilest.

You said it. All right, have a good one, brother.

This plan feels very uncouth.

Don't worry, Pops. Your finest bottle of hot sauce, please, my good sir.

Oh, good show.

Oh,

where are they? My button-pushing finger is getting restless.

So, uh, how long you been doing this?

I was crafted from the rib of the creator himself.

They started with my button-pressing finger. I see.

Oh, Beepy, what does that floor go to?

Oh, that's the bye-bye floor.

That's where you go, bye-bye.

We're always here.

So you think you can break the rules, huh?

There's only one person who makes the rules down here, and that's me. It's

been that way since my dad's death passed on and I took over the family

business.

What is it about you pink clowns that make you think you're better than us?

We just wanted a bottle of hot sauce. That sauce is for permanent residents

only, and no cutscenes.

i'm sorry we didn't mean to break the rules i had so many wonderful

experiences with mordecai and rigby back on earth so i just wanted to make some

new memories with my new friends i get it man you gotta make memories while you

still can you should have told me you know my old babysitters rigby and

mordecai maybe i can go a little easy on you this time so we're free to go with

the sauce

No, by easy I meant a really hard fight against some messed up underworld beast

in a big rusty cage.

Welcome, demons and she-devils, to the Death Dome.

A battle of the ages between our contestants, Pops and Jerry.

The first to grab the bottle of hot sauce wins, but whoever loses will be

forced to live here in the underworld for the rest of eternity.

Ha! I was already doing that! The loser will also be stung by a wasp. Big deal.

Oh, rats.

Pops, are you sure you want to go through with this? I'm sure. If we're

not creating new memories, then we're already doomed.

Welcome to Slap City.

You can take him, Pops. He's not that big.

Not yet, he's not.

Oh, yeah. I love these things.

Whoa. Whoa.

My flesh is starting to look weird as heck.

I'm going to smoosh you like a bug.

Hot! It doesn't matter how ugly that big beluga is, as long as you're the first

to grab that sauce!

Right you are, Lillian!

Oh, look!

It's Shredded Bro's turd-shaped hat!

Hey, you little imp! You can't just keep on changing the stakes of this fight!

Ha! I can literally do whatever I want!

Hit it!

We gotta find a way to help Pops! Ah-ha!

Perfect!

I'm skipping!

Hold on, Pops!

Good show, Lillian! Show's not over yet, Pops. Let's get that sauce!

So fast.

I think I'm gonna puke. Just swallow it, Ben. That's what I've been doing.

All right, Pops. Grab that sauce.

Almost.

Hey, man. Not cool.

Correct. It is not cool. It is spicy.

Jerry, don't let those poses leave.

I feel like a roof rider.

Uh-oh. Better give her some gas.

So there.

I was in front of the greatest bowl of minestrone I've ever seen.

Come on, come on, come on.

Hey, what are you doing?

this sauce because one is plenty for me. Yeah, me mouth hurt, but me like it.

What say you, Lillian? Dare I indulge? Are you sure that's such a good idea?

Of course!

I invented being the daredevil of eating, you know.

Ah! Sweet liberty bell! That's hot!

Get a hold of yourself, man!

Ah!

My face!

You are being so hard! Please!

I saw the flyer for this party!

No! My numbers!

It's time to show them the power of Jamft!

Oh yeah.