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CHAI-T: What Remains of the ancient world

CHAI-T: Has been ravaged by the Beat-Wars.

CHAI-T: The blood sport "Beat-Beat Revelation"

CHAI-T: has been forbidden in all civilized corners of the land.

CHAI-T: But beyond civilization, in the ruins of the old world, lies The Wastes.

CHAI-T: Where Beat-Beat Revelation is still the only way of life.

CHAI-T: Where the ultimate prize is "The Quatro" or booze as it was once known.

CHAI-T: Whoever controls the Quatro, controls the Wastes.

CHAI-T: And only one Quatro Oasis Remains...

(Fantasy Music)

NITRO: But high up

NITRO: atop Frazier Mountain

NITRO: The FP.

NITRO: One of the last remaining safe havens in the civilized world.

NITRO: Where booze still flows like rivers.

NITRO: This is your new home JTRO.

NITRO: Rage and RE-NINJ come from the sky, JTRO.

NITRO: From the Gods of the sky 'n shit.

NITRO: But RE-NINJ is our god, ya heard?

NITRO: But you must respect

NITRO: The path to the true Beat-Beat Master comes with its ass a riddle.

NITRO: And you must learn the riddle, JTRO.

NITRO: The Riddle of RE-NINJ.

NITRO: You must learn its discipline.

(Music Swells)

NITRO: Someday these will be yours, son.

NITRO: I've seen the future, JTRO.

NITRO: And it's written in blood.

(Music swells)

(Thunder cracks)

(Intense Techno Music Plays)

(Crowd Cheers)

3DYO: (Laughs)

Crowd: Yeah! Get him!

Game Machine: Whack! Stank!

(Electricity zapping)

(Electricity zapping)

(Sinister music plays)

AK-47: (Snorts)

(Panther Growl Sound)

Forkliff: (Grunts)

3DYO: Ahhh!

Crowd: You're shit!

3DYO: Fuck you!

(Electricity zapping)

Game Machine: 187!

(Electricity zapping)

3DYO: Haha! Did you see me knock him out?!

3DYO: Did you see me knock him out?

Crowd: Loser

Crowd: Get outta here, you suck! You don't belong here!

Crowd: You're a cunt-ass bitch!

Radio Announcer: Oh shit! Did you saw that shit?! Yeah, yeah! We saw that shit!

Radio Announcer: Beliee' Dat Shit!

Radio Announcer: Who let the dogs out? BLT let those motha fuckas out!

Radio Announcer: Whoop whoop! Post fight wrap up, up in here!

KCDC: Yeuh!

KCDC: That's my boy!

KCDC: Whoo!

KCDC: I told you, yo.

BLT: Aight. Y'all know the deal. Let's make with the booze. Chop chop.

AK-47: Not so rapido.

Tequilo: Hya!

Tequilo: Mush!

Crowd: (Gasps)

Background Dude: Tune that vato up, AK!

BLT: Who the fuck is you?

(Finger snaps)

(Crowd Gasps)

Background Dude: That mother fucker just stood up!

AK-47: I am a new challenger

AK-47: And I await.

Crowd: Oh shit.

BLT: Nah, son. Them aint the rules.

Forkliff: Forkliff!

Tequilo: Silencio

Forkliff: Forkliff!

AK-47: This is the Wastes, vato.

AK-47: There is no rules.

Crowd: Oh my god.

(Fire swooshes)

(Panther growl)

BLT: What the...

KCDC: Fuck?

Game Machine: 3...

Game Machine: 2...

Game Machine: 1...

Game Machine: Beat-Beat!

Game Machine: Sik! Sik!

Game Machine: Sik! Sik!

Game Machine: De-LOOXE! King Killa!

Game Machine: Whack! Stank!

AK-47: (Laughing)

(Sad Middle Eastern Music Plays)

Game Machine: Whoa! Tip Toes!

Crowd: Tip Toes!

Game Machine: Floppy twat legs!

Crowd: Awh, not floppy twat legs!

Crowd: No! No!

Forkliff: Forkliff!

Game Machine: Toasty!

BLT: (Screaming)

AK-47: (Laughing)

BLT: (Screaming)

Game Machine: 187!

Forkliff: Forkliff!

Crowd: (Chanting AK)

AK-47: Alto!

AK-47: The booze is mine!

Game Machine: Finish him!

BLT: (Screaming)

(Electircity zapping)

Radio: I don't think BLT is getting up, yo.

 Radio: AK-47 just

KCDC: Get up, ninj.

Radio: just came in and huffed and puffed

KCDC: Get up!

Radio: and blew that motha fuckas house down!

BLT: (Heavy breathing)

BLT: Fuckin' please!

BLT: (Whimpers)

BLT: JTRO. The Rage...

BLT: JTRO...

(Magical chimes)

BLT: The rage...

Forkliff: Oh Forkliff!

Forkliff: Forkliff!

AK-47: Look at me, puto.

BLT: The rage.

BLT: Oh no, no, no, no, no...

(Panther growl) AK-47: Look at me!

AK-47: Yo soy El FP...

AK-47: Is mine!

KCDC: No!!!

(Pather growl)

BLT: JTRO!

(Soul sucking noises)

(Panther growl)

AK-47: (Heavy grunting)

(Epic boot ejection noise)

(Sinister music plays)

(Thunder claps)

(Steel smashing fire noises)

(Dogs barking)

(Loud banging on door)

Pepper Snig: You cunt!

KKJ: Come on mother fucker!

KKJ: Open up, bitch!

(Loud Banging)

Pepper Snig: You got your period?!

(Loud Banging) Pepper Snig: Fuckkk!!!

(Dope music plays) (Kids screaming and banging on door)

KKJ: You think that old dude is JTRO?

KKJ: My mom said he's the reason we got all dem ducks.

Pepper Snig: Man, fuck ducks!

JTRO: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

JTRO: Yeah. What the fuck?

JTRO: The fuck you kids doing out there? Isn't it a school night?

Pepper Snig: I haven't got time for all them books 'n shit.

Pepper Snig: Quit stallin' gramps. Where's our shit?

JTRO: Oh, right. You're the um

JTRO: You're the kids with the skip-it. Right?

Pepper Snig: It's a bop-it, mother fucker!

JTRO: It's the same shit isn't it?

JTRO: What time is it?

(Barking dog)

Pepper Snig: What the fuck is this boo-shit?

JTRO: It's a Beat-Beat Machine. What does it look like?

Pepper Snig: It's broke as fuck.

JTRO: Yeah. Sometimes you gotta break something to fix it. Don't ya?

KKJ: Shit I thought they destroyed all those cuz too many corn doggers was gettin' 187'd.

JTRO: Not all of them.

KKJ: Yo, what happened to this town back in the D? I mean our parents won't tell us shit.

Pepper Snig: Shit...

JTRO: There was a war.

KKJ: Did we win?

JTRO: Mmm. Kinda.

Pepper Snig: Whatevs...

Pepper Snig: This corn butt's old ratchet ass can't play that shit.

JTRO. Yeah? Here's your skip-it.

Pepper Snig: It's a bop-it, mother fucker!

JTRO: Cool. Nine bucks. Cough it up.

Pepper Snig: Fuck it.

Pepper Snig: You's all just got hamilton'd.

Pepper Snig: Keep the change, grandpa.

Pepper Snig: (fart mouth)

JTRO: Get the fuck outta here.

Pepper Snig: (Screams)

JTRO: Go to school.

Pepper Snig: Take you to school in my pussy!

JTRO: Jesus Christ.

Pepper Snig: Can you fuck it can you bop-it? Can you lick it, can you stick it?

(Dope music)

(Steam whistle)

(Dope music)

KCDC: What the fuck?

(Dope music)

KCDC: Motha fucka!

(Dude spits)

(Sad music)

KCDC: It's only a matter of time before smokin' all them baff salts catches up to a bitch.

KCDC: It's hard gettin' a hold of your ass now that you been chillin' in the 245.

JTRO: The 248's all dried up. Aint no work there anymore.

KCDC: Aint no work anywhere, yo.

JTRO: Alright.

JTRO: What is it this time, DC? Spit it out.

KCDC: We gonna have to tag another deep six, yo.

JTRO: Who is it this time?

KCDC: BLT.

JTRO: Dammit. I told him to cut out that Beat-Beat shit.

JTRO: It's too dangerous.

KCDC: That's life, JTRO. Sometimes you get cut.

JTRO: No that shit's on him.

JTRO: I told him to stop that Beat-Beat gamblin' booze bullshit out there.

JTRO: I mean, that's why we dug the booze mines in the first place, right?

JTRO: To leave the Beat-Beat bullshit behind us.

JTRO: There's still plenty down there.

KCDC: Open your fuckin' eye, JTRO.

KCDC: The mines have run dry.

KCDC: No more booze.

KCDC: No one knows it yet. But by the next mo' suckin' full moon

KCDC: The FP could run totes dry.

JTRO: why do you always wait until the last fucking second

JTRO: To tell me when something like this happens?

KCDC: Cuz it's hard to find yo ass when you always livin' in the past, dawg!

JTRO: It's over.

JTRO: The FP is over.

JTRO: DUN.

JTRO: Dun.

KCDC: Sometimes. You gotta burn the forest. So it can grow back twice as strong, yo!

JTRO: Give it a rest, DC.

JTRO: We're too fuckin' old for this shit.

JTRO: Go home.

(Sad fantasy music)

(Mysterious Techno Music)

(Inspirational Techno Music)

KCDC: 3...

KCDC: 2...

KCDC: 1...

KCDC: Beat-Beat!

BTRO: We roll together...

JTRO: We die together...

JTRO: Come on, bro. Get up!

JTRO: Get up!

JTRO: Get up, man.

KCDC: 187...

KCDC: 187, y'all.

KCDC: BTRO got 187'd...

JTRO: No!!!

JTRO: I'll never play Beat-Beat Revelation again!

(Television powers down)

JTRO: (Heavy breathing)

(Magical Chimes)

JTRO: We're closed.

(Magical techno music)

(Magical chimes)

(Techno music builds)

JTRO: Yo, DC. Pick up.

JTRO: Come on, dude. I know you're there.

(Duck quacking ring tone)

KCDC: Maholo. Over.

JTRO: Stop crying, man. Look, I know how to save The FP.

KCDC: Say what?

JTRO: Beats of Rage.

KCDC: Awh...

KCDC: You gotta come back to the future, JTRO.

KCDC: That old Beat-Beat tournament shit is just a myth.

KCDC: I don't believe it.

KCDC: I don't believe nothin' no more.

JTRO: Well, believe it.

JTRO: Cuz winner gets it all, DC.

JTRO: Bottomless booze.

JTRO: Forevs.

KCDC: For reals?

KCDC: Don't be playin', JTRO.

JTRO: Yeah, for reals.

JTRO: Now pack your shit.

JTRO: Cuz it's time to Beat-Beat this shit right again.

JTRO: Again.

JTRO: We're goin' to the Wastes.

(Upbeat techno music)

(Door creaking)

JTRO: Jesus.

JTRO: The hell'd you put in this thing, DC?

KCDC: What the fuck?

KCDC: What the fuck?!

Wall Mamma: He's gettin' too old for this shit.

Wall Mamma: Your kid's headin' for a 187 out there.

KCDC: Oh. Pay your respects, dawg!

KCDC: He's the best Beat-Beater this town has ever seen.

KCDC: Shit. Maybe even the whole mo' suckin' world.

KCDC: Without him

JTRO: Dammit.

KCDC: We'd all be up...

Wall Mamma: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wall Mamma: We all used to be dope.

Wall Mamma: Shit's changed.

Wall Mamma: Open your lids.

JTRO: Fuck it...

KCDC: Nah!

KCDC: You don't know JTRO, dawg!

JTRO: Owe. My fuckin' back.

Wall Mamma: Whatever.

(Laser sound)

Wall Mamma: Good luck out there, milk heads.

Wall Mamma: Bye!

Adventure techno music)

(Magical chimes)

(Adventure techno music fades away)

(Campfire burning)

(Steps on ladder)

JTRO: Yo. Drink some water.

(Duck quack)

KCDC: Get that wet shit outta my face.

KCDC: Goddamit, DC. You gotta drink somethin' out here.

KCDC: I'm allergic to that shit.

KCDC: You know that, JTRO.

KCDC: I hope we don't have to sepnd one more minute than we have to out in this shithole.

JTRO: This shithole's where I grew up.

JTRO: It's quiet out here.

KCDC: Yeah.

KCDC: Cuz it's a crusty old battlfied where everybody dropped six feet deep

KCDC: When the Gods punished us 'n shit.

(Spits)

KCDC: And it stinks.

JTRO: The Gods didn't do all this.

JTRO: Beat-Beat did.

KCDC: Alright.

KCDC: Crybaby.

KCDC: I get it.

KCDC: So everybody you ever loved is in the dirt.

KCDC: Get in line.

KCDC: All our peeps...

(Drink pours in dirt)

KCDC: They hit the dirt.

KCDC: So our asses could keep walkin' on it.

KCDC: It's time for you to drop the bull

KCDC: And RE-NINJ, JTRO.

JTRO: Fuckin' RE-NINJ, really?

JTRO: Dude, grow up.

KCDC: Nah, you grow up, bitch!

KCDC: RE-NINJ aint somethin' you can run from, yo! It's in your blood.

KCDC: Maybe if you'd meditate more often like you supposed to

KCDC: I wouldn't have to say this shit every goddamn day!

JTRO: You know what? Fuck this, man.

JTRO: I'm takin' a walk.

KCDC: Yo there's the door, bitch.

KCDC: Yo look out for that handle. Don't let that shit hit you on the way out.

KCDC: The past isn't your anchor, JTRO.

KCDC: It's yo mo' suckin' sail.

KCDC: RE-NINJ!

(Fantasy music swells)

KCDC: RE-NINJ, JTRO.

KCDC: RE-NINJ...

BTRO: Four score and a couple years ago, ma and pa fought for some serious shit.

BTRO: Ya heard?!

BTRO: We roll together...

JTRO: We die together.

BTRO: Gots to be ready for anything.

BTRO: That's why we gots to get eachothers backs.

BLT: JTRO!!!

BTRO: To the end, aight?

BTRO: JTRO.

BTRO: I'm sorry.

BTRO: Hey, bro.

JTRO: BTRO?

BTRO: Been a long time, dawg.

BTRO: Yo ass hasn't been meditatin' enough 'n shit!

BTRO: Look, JTRO. There's some serious shit is comin', ya heard?

JTRO: Yeah, I heard.

BTRO: Nah. You hearin' me but you aint heard.

BTRO: You gotsa walk away from this one, dawg!

JTRO: I've been walkin' away for ten years.

JTRO: Hidin' from what I really am.

JTRO: Pretending like all this peace bullshit is what I actually want.

BTRO: What it is you want, dawg?

JTRO: A purpose.

BTRO: Yeah, my ass had a purpose. And it killed me.

BTRO: I went too far. The rage one. The pressure took me down.

BTRO: And just like that.

BTRO: I did a line right off a hoes ass.

BTRO: Right before that match with L Dub.

BTRO: Winning.

BTRO: Winning is an addiction, JTRO. And it's in our blood, yo.

BTRO: JTRO. You done all you can 'n shit, dawg!

BTRO: Me, you, dad.

BTRO: We gave the FP everything!

JTRO: Not everything.

JTRO: Not yet.

BTRO: I'd rather lose a hundred FPs than lose you little bro.

JTRO: You lost me the day you let me step foot on a Beat-Beat pad.

BTRO: Don't do this, JTRO. Don't do it. Don't do what I did. Don't let the rage win, dawg!

JTRO: Rage is all I got left.

(Panther growl)

(Wolf howls)

JTRO: Dude, where the hell are the ninjas already?

KCDC: Oh watch your mouth, bitch!

JTRO: Okay, fine. Well.

JTRO: What's the correct term to refer to these fuckers as

JTRO: in the current polictical climate then, huh?

KCDC: Nin-jaw-was.

JTRO: Whatever.

KCDC: And they's chicks too.

KCDC: At least that's what some ninjas been shoutin' on the whisper stream.

KCDC: Yo, yo, yo, yo. Watch your step, dawg.

KCDC: You don't wanna get that wet shit all over yo ass.

KCDC: Yo. This is straight wrong side of the tracks, yo.

JTRO: Yeah? Where the fuck is the right side of the tracks these days, DC? Huh?

KCDC: Truth.

KCDC: Awh. Nah, nah, nah, nah. I don't do witch shit, JTRO.

(Magical chimes)

JTRO: Yeah. Well I don't do bitch shit. Let's move.

KCDC: Awh. This is fuckin' four way stop, man.

KCDC: Yo, chill.

KCDC: I got this.

JTRO: Alright. Be my guest.

KCDC: Hey.

(Magical chimes)

JTRO: Alright, well. Here goes nothin', huh?

JTRO: Shit's about to get hot.

KCDC: Yo.

KCDC: That's my boy.

KCDC: I'm his plus one.

KCDC: Recognize.

JTRO: Just hurry up, man. I don't wanna get fuckin' stabbed out here. Let's go.

KCDC: What the fuck is this shit?

(Sick techno music)

Crowd: (Chanting) Two ninjas roll in. One ninja rolls out.

H1N1: Welcome to Beats of Rage at the Chromedome, yo.

H1N1: Two ninjas roll in. One ninja rolls out.

Crowd: (Chanting) Two ninjas roll in. One ninja rolls out.

(Panther growl)

Crowd: (Chanting) Two ninjas roll in. One ninja rolls out.

Quakka Jaxx: Well. Well. Well.

Quakka Jaxx: If it isn't the world famous FP man.

Quakka Jaxx: Care to paddle?

H1N1: Awh, fuck a duck! Shit just went all trip nines up in here, yo!

Quakka Jaxx: (Laughs)

Quakka Jaxx: (Duck quacks)

H1N1: First match of Beats of Rage, yo!

H1N1: Here it do. JTRO vs Quakka Jaxx.

H1N1: Aight. Strap it up.

KCDC: For the FP, dawg!

H1N1: 3...

H1N1: 2...

H1N1: 1...

H1N1: Beat-Beat!

Quakka Jaxx: Want to know my technique, FP man?

Quakka Jaxx: Calm on the surface. But paddling like mad underneath!

H1N1: Now you never wanna beat-off two fast and blow your load early, yo!

Quakka Jaxx: Come on! You can do better than that!

H1N1: Nah! Nah!

H1N1: Floppy twat legs already?!

Quakka Jaxx: Oh, careful.

Quakka Jaxx: Watch the screen.

Quakka Jaxx: Let's play a game.

Quakka Jaxx: Duck. Duck. Lose!

Quakka Jaxx: (Laughs)

Quakka Jaxx: (Duck Quacking)

Quakka Jaxx: Keep your old blind ass on the pad!

H1N1: Oh what the quack?! Is that shit even legal?!

H1N1: Awh, blap! Street Beat up in here!

KCDC: RE-NINJ, yo! RE-NINJ!

AK-47: RE-NINJ?

Forkliff: Forkliff...

Quakka Jaxx: Keep your ducks in a row, FP man!

H1N1: Lookin' like grampa's gettin' a second wind up in here, yo!

H1N1: Crazy feet!

H1N1: Looks like Quack-in-the-Box is migratin' for the winter, yo!

(Electricity zapping)

(Electricity zapping)

Quakka Jaxx: (Quacking desperatly)

(Electricity zapping)

H1N1: Awh shit! Awh shit! Awh shit!

H1N1: Awh, here it do! Here comes the drop, yo!

Quakka Jaxx: (Slow motion scream)

(Electricity zapping)

H1N1: 187!

H1N1: JTRO wins, yo!

KCDC: For the FP!

H1N1: One round down. Shit loads to go, yo!

Forkliff: Forkliff!

H1N1: Next up we got Bitch Fist vs Pack Sickle.

H1N1: Get that duck in bitch clothing off the pad, yo!

(Electricity zapping)

Quakka Jaxx: (Quacking in pain)

(Clapping)

AK-47: (Laughing)

AK-47: Welcome to the Wastes, vato.

AK-47: (Laughs)

JTRO: Who the fuck is that clown?

KCDC: Yo...

KCDC: I've been yackin' with the locals, bro.

KCDC: That clownb you talkin' about

KCDC: Is one mean, egg suckin', son of a snake, JTRO!

KCDC: Them tubes 'n shit

KCDC: Aint just for show, dawg.

JTRO: Whatever, man. Come on.

KCDC: Nah. Nah.

KCDC: Beliee' Dat.

KCDC: Wake up, JTRO.

KCDC: Did you see his shit?

KCDC: He wears soles, yo.

KCDC: Skin shoe'n mo fuckas left and right!

KCDC: Hold onto your laces, yo.

KCDC: He's a mo suckin' sole collecter.

JTRO: Come on, DC. Who's been telling you this shit, man?

KCDC: Whisper stream's callin' him, "AK-47"...

JTRO. Whatever. Sounds like a bunch of fuckin' fake whispers to me.

JTRO: Let's go.

(Panther growl)

(Smooth contemplation techno music)

(JTRO drinking)

JTRO: We roll together...

(Drinks pours in dirt)

CHAI-T: Who you yackin' to?

JTRO: Nobody.

CHAI-T: You're JTRO, right?

JTRO: Yep.

CHAI-T: You're peepin' CHAI-T right here.

CHAI-T: I peeped y'alls Beat-Off tonight.

CHAI-T: Your shit was pretty nackered.

JTRO: Is that good? Or is that bad?

CHAI-T: It's double sided, yo.

CHAI-T: You think tonight was tough?

CHAI-T: Tomorrow is gonna have you right fuckin' sideways.

CHAI-T: There's some real tuff muffs on the up and up.

(Magical chimes)

JTRO: Yeah? The tougher they are, the faster I Beat-Off.

CHAI-T: You FP Ninjas have a saying for everything. Don't ya?

CHAI-T: Ya know?

CHAI-T: I've heard of you.

CHAI-T: You saved The FP. Right?

JTRO: Once upon a time.

CHAI-T: Y'all still got all them ducks?

JTRO: Kinda.

CHAI-T: You better show me what your little roo bum can do tomorrow.

CHAI-T: Give me somethin' to remember you by.

JTRO: I thought they only let dudes Beat-Off.

CHAI-T: Times is changin'.

CHAI-T: G'day-Tro.

JTRO: Yeah. You too.

JTRO: G'day...

JTRO: I like that.

(Smooth contemplation techno music)

(Forest ambience)

KCDC: JTRO.

KCDC: JTRO!

JTRO: Yeah. Yeah? What? What's up?

KCDC: There was a duck in the night, JTRO.

KCDC: We've been summoned, yo.

(Ominous Techno Music)

HAN CHOLO: Password.

HAN CHOLO: Gimme some correct syllables, Ninja.

HAN CHOLO: Bap. Bap. Bap.

KCDC: Oh. You wanna see some, "Bap, Bap, Bap?!"

HAN CHOLO: Syllables, ninja. Andole.

AK-47: HAN CHOLO!

AK-47: Split, ese.

AK-47: Split!

HAN CHOLO: Goddamit...

AK-47: Chill, KC-Dilla

AK-47: (Laughs)

AK-47: How you doin', hommie?

JTRO: Pretty uncomfortable.

AK-47: Good...

AK-47: You really don't remember this mug. Does you?

JTRO: Should I?

JTRO: What the fuck is all this, dude? Are you tryin' to scare us or fuck us?

KCDC: Ye-uh.

KCDC: Enough turd talkin', yo.

KCDC: Shut your mouth!

AK-47: Unless it's on my guevos, puta.

AK-47: Okay...

AK-47: Here's the deal.

AK-47: You two walk your little culos

AK-47: Out of this tournament and give me The FP.

AK-47: No aye una take backsies.

AK-47: Huh?

Ak-47: Yeah? And I'll let both y'all keep your soles.

AK-47: No questions asked.

AK-47: Deal, ese?

KCDC: Walk away?

JTRO: Fuck that.

JTRO: And fuck you!

JTRO: Come on.

KCDC: These suckers are my boys.

KCDC: Maybe we should take a time out to ponder

KCDC: Some double cross fade deal shit.

AK-47: This guano is pointless, JTRO!

AK-47: I own The FP! Y'all just been rentin'!

KCDC: What the shit you sayin'?

AK-47: I've been makin' moves, hommies.

AK-47: When I want something, I just take it.

AK-47: The FP is weak.

AK-47: So take the deal.

AK-47: Find a new FP or...

AK-47: Find new soles.

AK-47: (Laughs)

JTRO: Whatever, dude.

JTRO: See you on the pads, hombre.

AK-47: The deal is tail-lights.

AK-47: And the word is, "Go".

JTRO: What?

AK-47: It means, you're FUCKED!

JTRO: Fuck it. Come on, dude.

(Laser sound)

KCDC: Back the fuck off of me.

KCDC: I will drop you like a fuckin' A-bomb if you touch my ass again!

KCDC: Buh-ITCH!

HAN CHOLO: Come on!

HAN CHOLO: Come on!

HAN CHOLO: Come on!

HAN CHOLO: (Gorilla grunts)

HAN CHOLO: Woo. Huh.

HAN CHOLO: That shit was bananas.

CROWD: (Chaunting) Two ninjas roll in! One ninja rolls out!

H1N1: Welcome back to the Beats of Rage!

CROWD: (Roars with excitement)

H1-N1: AK-47 vs Dig Dank!

Dig-Dank: I'm gonna fuck up your whole Tuesday!

CROWD: It's Wednesday, dumbshit!

H1-N1: Beat-Beat!

AK-47: Come on, mother fucker!

AK-47: (Screams)

AK-47: (Screams)

H1-N1: AK-47

AK-47: Fuck you!

H1-N1: just went straight 10-10-220

AK-47: Greenlit!

H1N1: on that ninja, yo!

H1N1: CHAI-T vs Cum Dumpster, yo!

Cum Dumpster: You gotta do better than that!

H1N1: Take a seat in CHAI-T's billabong, dumbshit!

H1N1: JTRO vs Sloppy Honkey!

Sloppy Honkey: Get outta town, coward!

JTRO: (Screams)

H1N1: Grandpa ass JTRO dodges the grave again, yo!

KCDC: Yo, cash the check!

H1N1: CHAI-T vs Senior Ninja!

Senior Ninja: You will face the wrath of my Beat-Blade!

Senior Ninja: Ha ha ha!

CHAI-T: (Hisses)

H1N1: Every second counts, yo!

H1N1: CHAI-T just went all Anzac Day on that mother-bitcher, yo!

S-HANE: Next!

H1N1: JTRO vs the one and only Chocolate-Fro-Yo, yo!

Chocolate Fro-YO: You aint ready!

Chocolate Fro-YO: Think you can Beat me off?

Chocolate Fro-YO: I can't even beat me off!

JTRO: Bam!

H1N1: Oh Grandpa JTRO pullin' out trick shit, yo! Trick shit, yo!

KCDC: Yo, cash the fuckin' check!

H1N1: AK-47 vs Bitch-Box 360, yo! Half bitch. Half box, yo!

AK-47: Whoo!

AK-47: (Screams)

AK-47: Oh! How's the dirt, bitch?!

H1N1: CHAI-T vs Pac-Bitch, yo!

Pac-Bitch: You'll break your shins keeping up with me.

H1N1: Awh shit snap! Mother fucker got chewed up and spit out dead, yo!

S-HANE: DUN!

H1N1: Awh Sheeyit! Face down, ass up! That's the way AK likes to Beat-Off, yo!

H1N1: AK-47 vs El Crazian-OG, yo!

El Crazian-OG: You aint got shit, AK!

AK-47: Come on, white chocolate! Bring it to me!

AK-47: (Screams)

AK-47: You got greenlit, mother fucker!

AK-47: Greenlit!

AK-47: Whoo!

AK-47: Greenlit!

AK-47: You got Greenlit, pussy puto!

AK-47: Greenlit!

AK-47: Greenlit!

AK-47: Greenlit!

AK-47: Greenlit!

AK-47: Youy like that, JTRO?

AK-47: Greenlit!

AK-47: (Screams)

(Laser sound)

(Sad techno music)

CHAI-T: More than you could ever drink.

JTRO: Clearly you've never been to The FP.

JTRO: Should last at least until the rains come though.

CHAI-T: Yeah.

CHAI-T: Rain's tight.

JTRO: So what are you gonna do if you win all this, huh?

CHAI-T: Me?

JTRO: Yeah.

CHAI-T: I'm not here to win all this.

JTRO: What are you here to do?

CHAI-T: I'm here to make sure you ninjas got what it takes.

CHAI-T: I was always jealous of you FP ninjas.

CHAI-T: Livin' way up there in them clouds.

CHAI-T: Not drownin' down here in all this wet shit.

JTRO: God. How do you even think they came by all this booze out here anyway?

CHAI-T: Ninjawas.

CHAI-T: They control all the Quatro in the Wastes.

CHAI-T: Bringing it up from way down under.

CHAI-T: They're the toughest Sheilas out here.

JTRO: Oh yeah? Well if they're so tough...

JTRO: then why do they even need this tournament bullshit then, huh?

JTRO: Why do they even need us?

CHAI-T: For your seed.

CHAI-T: To keep the clan strong.

CHAI-T: Forevs.

JTRO: What do you mean?

JTRO: You mean like, "Seed"?

JTRO: Or like that shit that grows on trees?

CHAI-T: Have you seen any trees around here?

JTRO: Yeah, I've seen a couple.

(Magical chimes)

JTRO: Wait a second.

JTRO: You're one of them. Aren't you?

CHAI-T: Magic is real AF out here, JTRO.

CHAI-T: It's even real-er down under.

(Fingers scratching jacket)

CHAI-T: Calm-A-Do.

CHAI-T: This...

CHAI-T: could be your future.

(Sexy Techno Music Rises)

KCDC: Goddamit, JTRO.

KCDC: Mother fuckin' Rage dippin'!

(Sexy techno music fades away)

(Ominous techno music)

KCDC: Yo, dawg!

KCDC: We need to rap.

JTRO: In a minute, DC.

KCDC: Nah.

KCDC: We need to rap now, yo.

JTRO: What is it?

KCDC: This is it, yo.

KCDC: I can't do this no more.

JTRO: Do what?

KCDC: I've buried enough TROs, Dawg.

KCDC: I aint gonna bury you too.

JTRO: Wait, so you're leaving me?

KCDC: You only see one end to your path, bro.

KCDC: Leaving's all my ass has to make you understand.

KCDC: You aint what you once was, dawg.

KCDC: You gotsta find another way.

KCDC: You need to RE-NINJ.

KCDC: Let it into your heart.

KCDC: You used to talk about dreams.

KCDC: Kids 'n shit.

KCDC: Life beyond Beat-Beat.

JTRO: Look around, DC.

JTRO: Everyone's fuckin' dead.

JTRO: They're all gone.

JTRO: My life beyond Beat-Beat.

JTRO: It went with them.

JTRO: All that's left is fuckin' bullshit.

KCDC: Awh? Bullshit?

KCDC: You wanna talk some bullshit?

KCDC: Aight.

KCDC: Let's talk some bullshit!

JTRO: Yeah? Spit it out!

(Slap)

JTRO: You wanna go?!

(Panther growl)

KCDC: The Rage.

KCDC: Nah.

KCDC: You meet this Australasian Sloosh.

KCDC: You turn your back on RE-NINJ.

KCDC: You start Rage-Dippin'!

KCDC: Chicas weaken legs, JTRO!

KCDC: This aint the way.

JTRO: This is the Wastes, DC.

JTRO: You want your fuckin' town back? This is how it do!

KCDC: My town?

KCDC: I guess this is how it do.

KCDC: Guess I just can't keep you outta the ground, JTRO.

KCDC: And that's always been more important than any of this other shit's ever been!

JTRO: Bullshit!

JTRO: You never gave a shit about me, DC.

JTRO: All you ever cared about is that fuckin' town!

KCDC: Awh, aight...

KCDC: Y'all just wanna pretend like you gots no one left?

KCDC: Now you aints gotta pretend no more.

KCDC: I'm out, yo.

JTRO: Yeah?

JTRO: Then fuckin' stay out, bitch.

KCDC: I'll see you in the dirt.

KCDC: Bitch.

CROWD: (Chanting) Two ninjas roll in! One Ninja rolls out!

H1N1: We are just minutes away from finding out who the next champ of Beats of Rage is, yo!

H1N1: JTRO or undefeated AK-47?!

CROWD: (Chanting) Two ninjas roll in! One Ninja rolls out!

H1N1: Who dat champ gonna be up in here, yo?

AK-47: Come se dice, me?

AK-47: (Laughs)

H1N1: Let's do this shit!

AK-47: Whoo!

AK-47: Sinco de mayo!

AK-47: (Laughs)

H1N1: 3...

H1N1: 2...

H1N1: 1...

H1N1: Beat-Beat!

(Dangerous techno music)

AK-47: Come on, JTRO!

AK-47: Come on, JTRO!

H1N1: This ninj is splittin' JTRO's old ass like a log. Chop chop!

AK-47: (Screams)

H1N1: Someone's playin' tic-tac-toe all over this motha fuck-ee! Yo!

AK-47: Come on, mother fucker! Try to keep up!

(Electicity zapping)

AK-47: You aint lookin' so good, JTRO.

AK-47: Oh you're wobbling. You're wobbling!

H1N1: JTRO can't do shit! Just takin' it!

JTRO: (Grunts)

AK-47: Whoo!

AK-47: (Laughs)

H1N1: Tippy toe tornado up in here!

(Electricity zapping)

H1N1: Here comes the drop!

H1N1: Get the body bag! Unzip that shit, yo!

AK-47: Hasta la vista, mother fucker!

AK-47: (Screams)

AK-47: (Whoo!)

(Electricity zapping)

JTRO: (Screams)

H1N1: 187, yo!

H1N1: AK wins! AK! AK! AK!

CROWD: (Chanting) AK! AK! AK!

H1N1: AK-47 is the new champion of Beats of Rage, yo!

AK-47: That was easier than I thought! I need a fuckin' drink!

JTRO: (Grunting)

CROWD: (Chanting) AK! AK! AK!

AK-47: Look at him. Pathetic, pathetic JTRO.

AK-47: Almost about to cry.

AK-47: Like a baby.

AK-47: Baby JTRO.

CROWD: (Chanting) AK! AK! AK!

AK-47: Can you even cry? Does it come out of just the one?

AK-47: (Laughs)

CROWD: (Chanting) AK! AK! AK!

JTRO: DC?

JTRO: DC?

CROWD: (Chanting) AK! AK! AK!

JTRO: DC?!

AK-47: I am The FP!

AK-47: I am The FP.

Game Machine: Finish him!

AK-47: (Soul Sucking)

JTRO: (Grunts)

AK-47: (Grunts)

JTRO: (Screams)

AK-47: (Grunts)

JTRO: (Screams)

JTRO: (Breaths heavy)

AK-47: Fuck it...

AK-47: (Grunts)

AK-47: You jacked my past, JTRO.

AK-47: (Sniffs)

AK-47 (Exhales in ecstacy)

AK-47: Now I jack your future.

AK-47: The FP belongs to me now, hermano!

AK-47: (Screams)

(Laser sound)

H1N1: Sweet dreams, BitchTRO!

(Thunder claps)

BTRO: JTRO all this shit you been doin' makes my ass sad, dawg!

JTRO: Why can't you understand, bro? I'm not you, man.

JTRO: I'm not even me anymore.

BTRO: JTRO all those times we used to rap about four score and several years ago

BTRO: About Never Bein' Ignorant and Gettin' Goals Accomplished.

BTRO: All those time I counted on your ass to take that shit out into the real world, dawg!

JTRO: Yeah? And I failed.

JTRO: I failed everybody.

BTRO: You've been given a gift, JTRO. Your ass is special. You can still fix this cluster fuck!

BTRO: Remember. We roll together, we die together.

BTRO: Now pound me, JTRO.

BTRO: Pound me, dawg!

BTRO: Pound me, JTRO!

BTRO: Pound me now!

JTRO: No, bro.

JTRO: No, bro.

JTRO: I'm JTRO no more.

JTRO: No more.

BTRO: Don't do it!

BTRO: (Screams)

JTRO: No!!! I'l never play Beat-Beat Revelation again!

(Laser sound)

(Contemplative Middle Eastern music)

(Ethnic synth bar music)

Hooded Bartender: So what about them ducks?

JTRO: Well. Sometimes there just aint enough ducks, huh?

Hooded Bartender: Well that's life.

Hooded Bartender: What you think you're the only nob head with tears in his past?

Hooded Bartender: Peeps out this way could fill a fuckin' lake with their past.

JTRO: Cool.

Hooded Bartender: He wants to know what happened to your eye, yo.

JTRO: It's gone. What the fuck does it look like?

Hooded Bartender: Oh yeah?

Hooded Bartender: Somethin' happen to y'all? Or was you just born with that shit?

JTRO: Just been like this ever since I can remember.

Hooded Bartender: Me too.

NITRO: You got your mother's eye, JTRO.

JTRO: Oh, you fuckin' son of a bitch!

(Punch)

(Music stops)

NITRO: It's cool.

NITRO: It's cool.

NITRO: It's all good.

(Music plays again)

NITRO: How did that feel?

JTRO: About as good as I always thought it would.

NITRO: Good.

NITRO: That's a start, son.

JTRO: Son?

JTRO: Fuckin' get bent.

NITRO: Hey you can walk away from me, but don't you fuckin' walk away from The FP!

(Mystical flute plays)

NITRO: It's time to hose you off, JTRO.

NITRO: You and me got some shit to talk.

(Ominous bad guy techno music)

Hooded Ninj: Our ass is thirsty!

Hooded Ninj: Some of us haven't had a drop in weeks, yo!

AK-47: You want the booze, you work the mines!

AK-47: It's that easy.

AK-47: Shit's tough, but it's fair.

Stanya: So fair. It's so fuckin'... Thank you!

Hooded Ninj: This mo' fucka's a murderer!

Hooded Ninj: I got good ninjas gettin' capped by this dumb fucks ninjawa dawgs for nothin, yo!

Hooded Ninj: Fuckin' nothin'!

CROWD: (Roars with anger)

AK-47: Silencio! Silencio!

Stanya: Shhhh!

AK-47: Now!

AK-47: You talk shit, you get slit! You don't talk shit, you don't get slit!

AK-47: It's that easy!

AK-47: And it will continue to be as easy as that

AK-47: Until that Quatro gets flowin' again!

Hooded Ninj: JTRO never woulda slit nobody for nothin', yo!

Stanya: Hey we got a slit bitch right here!

AK-47: JTRO. JTRO. JTRO. JTRO!

AK-47: I'm sick of that name!

Stanya: Where the fuck did that guy go? Where is Popeye the Sailor Bitch?

AK-47: JTRO dropped all y'all!

AK-47: He abandoned you!

Stanya: He's not here for you! We're here! We got an opportunity.

Stanya: The the fuck up.

AK-47: Shit got tough and he peaced the fuck out!

Stanya: He didn't help shit!

AK-47: I'm not gonna sugar coat nothin'. Shit's tougher than ever!

AK-47: It's straight up El Pollo Loco out there! So you can either...

AK-47: Stay here, live by my rules

AK-47: In my casa

AK-47: Drinking my booze!

AK-47: Or you can walk your black and blue asses out there into the Wastes.

AK-47: And deal with all that wet shit!

Hooded Ninj: He made your ass, "Head-Ninj" up in here?

Hooded Ninj: I didn't get no mo' fuckin' vote!

Stanya: What do you? There's no fuckin' votes!

AK-47: Listen carbones.

AK-47: And this goes for the whole burrito. Kids. Old fucks! Bitches!

AK-47: Hermanos! Whoever!

AK-47: Y'all wanna challenge, "Yo Soy"!

AK-47: The pads are chillin'. 24-7! Twelve lunas a year!

AK-47: Huh?!

AK-47: That's what I thought.

AK-47: Now get backl to digging!

AK-47: Andole! Andole!

Stanya: Thank you. Thank you!

(Contemplative Middle Eastern music)

KCDC: Where you is, JTRO?

KCDC: Where you is?

JTRO: I don't have time for this shit.

NITRO: You got some place to be?

JTRO: The hell did you bring me back here, man?

NITRO: So you do remember this place?

NITRO: Respect.

NITRO: You was very young.

JTRO: Yeah? Wasn't we all.

NITRO: Listen, JTRO.

NITRO: I got a lot of shit to lay on you and not a lot of time to lay it. You dig?

JTRO: Dude. Just spit it out. Okay?

NITRO: Once upon a time.

NITRO: I lived up in The FP.

NITRO: And yo mother.

NITRO: Lived here.

NITRO: All up in the Wastes.

NITRO: She was Ninjawa.

NITRO: And in order to get by and keep a roof over my dumb ass,

NITRO: I had to Beat-Beat in illegal matches.

NITRO: Blood matches, JTRO.

NITRO: Law came my way.

NITRO: They threw my ass in BAKO

NITRO: And tossed away the key.

JTRO: Guess they didn't toss it far enough, huh?

NITRO: Oh she found my ass

NITRO: Jail broke me.

NITRO: We did some love.

NITRO: We threw some pups.

NITRO: But I suppose destiny found y'all.

NITRO: Just like it found our assess.

NITRO: Now none you boys would ever be the warrior daughters

NITRO: Her peeps so proudly sought.

NITRO: We couldn't keep y'all a secret no more.

NITRO: So by their laws 'n shit

NITRO: I had to face the leader of the Ninjawas

NITRO: CHAI-LATTE

NITRO: Yo mother.

NITRO: Law states

NITRO: If I won,

NITRO: I keeps you boys

NITRO: If I dirt napped

NITRO: Well, they'd cast your assess out in the Wastes

NITRO: They'd leave the three of you alls to the Wet Shit

JTRO: What do you mean, "Three of us".

NITRO: There was BTRO

NITRO: Then there was you

NITRO: But there was a third TRO

NITRO: An evil TRO

NITRO: ATRO

NITRO: You know him by his street name now, "AK-47".

NITRO: My old prison number

NITRO: He jacked it from me just like he thinks everything was jacked from him.

NITRO: He's your bio-bro, JTRO.

JTRO: I've had enough brothers.

JTRO: Okay. What happened to mom?

NITRO: She was the greatest Beat-Beater who ever beat.

NITRO: And yet. She let my ass defeat her.

NITRO: She gave her life 'n shit to save three of you alls.

NITRO: The ninjawas was furious.

NITRO: I 187'd their mother.

NITRO: ATRO fell behind...

NITRO: I couldn't save y'all in time.

NITRO: They tossed me away. Again...

NITRO: The Rage...

NITRO: Well, it swallowed ATRO's ass whole out there.

NITRO: Just like it's swallowin' all y'alls.

JTRO: What the hell was I suppposed to do?

JTRO: I've been waitin' a long time for you, dad.

NITRO: Well, I'm here now JTRO.

JTRO: Yeah? And what the hell are we even gonna do, huh?

JTRO: Everything's fucked.

JTRO: The FP's gone.

JTRO: Boots.

JTRO: The boots are gone.

JTRO: It's over.

(Mysterious flute plays)

NITRO: My boots was not the only pair, yo.

NITRO: Nor was they the strongest, JTRO.

(Magical chime)

NITRO: Your mother's was.

(Squealing guitar montage song)

NITRO: What the fuck?

NITRO: What is that shit?

NITRO: Stop tryin' to Beat-Off and fuckin' BEAT-OFF!

NITRO: Jesus.

NITRO: Why'd AK-47 whoop your ass? Huh?

JTRO: Cuz he's younger. He's faster.

NITRO: Nah. That aint the reason.

NITRO: Cuz you don't fear gettin' 187'd. Come on!

NITRO: You gotta test how much your bod can can take. That's all up in the mind 'n shit.

NITRO: That's the invisible barrier that when your spit out as a pup you need to cross

NITRO: Cuz if you can cross that, anything's possible.

JTRO: Anything?

NITRO: Anything!

NITRO: Shit's always gonna be tough, JTRO. You just gotta be tougher than shit!

JTRO: I'm tougher than shit!

NITRO: That's right. You're tougher than shit. Say it, JTRO.

JTRO: I'm tougher than shit.

JTRO: (Screams)

JTRO: You got it. You got it! Move them feet!

NITRO: Your eye tricks you. Sight rolls to the Rage.

NITRO: That's it, JTRO. Let RE-NINJ be your eye.

NITRO: RE-NINJ, JTRO! RE-NINJ!

JTRO: Fuck!

NITRO: Stop tryin' to look with your sight, boy!

NITRO: See it, JTRO. see it. Believe it, JTRO.

NITRO: It's in your mind's eye 'n shit!

NITRO: You feel it?

JTRO: Yeah.

NITRO: You feel that, yo?

NITRO: Use that shit, JTRO. Use it!

NITRO: You're does'n it, JTRO. You're does'n it!

NITRO: Oh shit yeah. Oh shit fuckin' yeah!

NITRO: Say it, JTRO!

NITRO: I'm a real ass, RE-NINJA!

JTRO: I'm a real ass... RE-NINJA...

NITRO: Say it again!

JTRO: I'm a real ass RE-NINJA!

NITRO: You gotta mean it!

JTRO: I'm a REAL ASS RE-NINJA!

NITRO: You got it, JTRO! You got it! That's it!

JTRO: I got it!

JTRO: (Spits)

(Dope montage song)

NITRO: You got it, JTRO! You got it! That's it!

(Spray paint can rattling)

(Spray paint can spraying)

KCDC: Yo, kick it!

KCDC: Welcome to the resistance, kid.

(Pissing in dirt)

(Magical chimes)

KCDC: What?

KCDC: CHAI-T?!

KCDC: AWH!!!

KCDC: You best speak up fast before I bow to the bridge yo dick swappin' ass!

KCDC: All this shit's your fault!

CHAI-T: Last I heard

CHAI-T: We both turned our bums backs on JTRO.

KCDC: Man. Get the fuck back to HQ, kid.

KCDC: This adult shit.

KCDC: And what the fuck are you doin' out here with that,

KCDC: That devil spawn shit!

CHAI-T: This is JTRO's joey, dawg.

KCDC: What the joey?

CHAI-T: He laid with me.

KCDC: Yeah?

KCDC: Who didn't?!

CHAI-T: AK-47's shits dried up.

CHAI-T: He's shooting blanks.

CHAI-T: I should have a litter of Joeys on speed dial

CHAI-T: But all I've got is his limp dick.

CHAI-T: He wasn't the chosed one, yo.

CHAI-T: I chosed wrong.

KCDC: Little JTRO?

CHAI-T: Fair dinkum.

KCDC: We a family now?

CHAI-T: We aint got time for all this emotional wooly woo, DC.

CHAI-T: We've gotta keep things cheap and cheerful.

CHAI-T: Scouts say JTRO's coming.

CHAI-T: And if we're gonna take back this dung hole

CHAI-T: You and me

CHAI-T: We're gonna have to work

CHAI-T: Together.

(Fantasy music)

JTRO: You really think this is gonna work?

NITRO: ATRO's not expecting the unexpected, JTRO.

NITRO: He's not expecting you.

JTRO: You're sure we're not just a couple of old fucks looking to get rocked, man?

NITRO: Maybe these old fucks are looking to show The FP

NITRO: That we're a couple of TROs

NITRO: That don't fuckin' roll.

(Inspirational Techno Music Rises)

(Thunder claps)

KCDC: This is the last mo fuckin' stand, ya dig?!

KCDC: This is the day the prophecy warned our ass about.

KCDC: Ever since our ma and pas were mini ninjas, yo!

Booze Miner: Tell it to my dick.

KCDC: We can do this, yo.

(Inspirational music)

NITRO: Been a long time, DC.

KCDC: Mo suckin' NITRO?!

NITRO: Beliee' Dat.

KCDC: Thought you was dead, yo.

JTRO: So did I.

KCDC: Glad you aint.

JTRO: I'm gonna fix this.

KCDC: Nah, bitch. We gonna fix this!

NITRO: DC, what's the score?

KCDC: This shit's about to go Skynet, y'all!

KCDC: We need to inflitrate AK-47's fortress at the mines,

KCDC: Dethrone his ass, and give the booze back to the people before

KCDC: We lose this town to all that wet shit in the Wastes, yo!

JTRO: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. TLDR, man. Just...

JTRO: Get to the point, DC.

KCDC: We got an inside ninjet.

JTRO: Who?

KCDC: CHAI-T.

JTRO: Are you sure we can trust her?

KCDC: You trust me, JTRO?

JTRO: To the end, DC.

KCDC: Then one way or another, the battle for The FP ends tonight, yo!

(Inspirational music)

(Crowd Roars)

CHAI-T: (Hisses)

JTRO: What the fuck is she doing?

KCDC: She's challenging AK-47 as we speak to buy us the time

KCDC: To infiltrate this shit and end the tyranny, dawg!

JTRO: Nobody else is dying for me. Alright?

JTRO: Not today.

JTRO: Not ever again.

KCDC: Be careful, Ninj!

NITRO: He's beggining to RE-NINJ.

NITRO: And he must RE-NINJ alone.

(Crowd Roars)

AK-47: (Screams)

(Laser sound)

JTRO: ATRO!!!!!

AK-47: Nobody calls me ATRO, vato.

AK-47: NOBODY!

JTRO: Well, whatever the fuck your name is.

JTRO: I challenge you to a Beat-Off!

AK-47: Well let me tell you something.

AK-47: After I greenlight you.

AK-47: I'm gonna slit every last mother fuckin' cholo

AK-47: That you ever cared about. One by one.

AK-47: Clit by clit. Six feet deep!

JTRO: How about you shut the fuck up and dance, bitch!

CROWD: Fuck yeah, JTRO! Whoo!

AK-47: (Laughs)

(Contemplative Middle Eastern music)

CROWD: (Whispering) Oh shit it's JTRO. Is that JTRO?

(Contemplative Middle Eastern music)

AK-47: (Laughing)

AK-47: Whoo!

AK-47: Say hola to mama, chupacabra.

AK-47: (Laughs)

AK-47: Trace...

AK-47: Dos...

AK-47: Uno...

H1N1: Beat-Beat!

(Dangerous Techno Music)

(Crowd Roars)

AK-47: Is that all you got?

AK-47: (Laughs)

CROWD: Let's go, JTRO! Beat that punk ass bitch!

CROWD: Yeah! 187 that fuckin' scrub!

AK-47: Look JTRO.

AK-47: I'm still winning!

AK-47: (Laughs)

(Electricity zapping)

H1N1: BitchTRO's back to his old tricks. Goin' full bitch, yo!

(Electricity zapping)

AK-47: Does this feel familiar to you?

(Electricity zapping)

AK-47: I'm gettin' flashbacks.

AK-47: (Laughs)

JTRO: (Screams)

KCDC: What the conehead is that shit?

JTRO: (Screams)

NITRO: He's RE-NINJ'd.

(Lightning strikes)

JTRO: (Screams)

AK-47: No. No!

KCDC: Look at dem feet!

NITRO: You got your mother's feet, JTRO!

H1N1: BitchTRO's all pullin' out magic feet, yo! Land of surprises, yo!

AK-47: No. No! NO!

(Electricity zapping)

JTRO: Tempo, mother fucker! Tempo!

AK-47: (Screams)

CHAI-T: He's goin' down under.

AK-47: NO!

JTRO: (Slow motion scream)

AK-47: (Slow motion scream)

Game Machine: 187!

Tequilo: FUCK!!!

Forkliff: (Sad) Forkliff...

AK-47: (Screams in pain)

H1N1: BitchTRO is back, yo! Drop the links and grabs some drinks, yo!

KCDC: 187, y'all! 187!

KCDC: The FP's ours, yo! Again!

KCDC: Whoo!

CROWD: (Cheers)

AK-47: (Grunting to life)

AK-47: You.

AK-47: I broke you.

JTRO: Sometimes you gotta break somethin' to fix it.

AK-47: The FP is mine, puto. Mine!

JTRO: Come and get it.

AK-47: (Screams)

JTRO: Get the fuck outta my town, bitch!

JTRO: Drinks are on me tonight. Huh?

JTRO: Whoo! Yeah!

JTRO: Yeah!

(Panther growl)

CROWD: Shake it off, baby! Shake it off!

CROWD: Oh! Oh!? OH?!!

CROWD: Come on! Get back in there! Come on!

CROWD: Come get come more!

AK-47: Is that all you got, hermano?

AK-47: Vamonos! Come on!

AK-47: Andole!

AK-47: Andole!

JTRO: Come on!

JTRO: Come on!

AK-47: Come on, you pussy!

NITRO: Fuck ATRO up!

NITRO: Come on, JTRO!

AK-47: (Screams)

CROWD: Lookin' good, JTRO.

AK-47: (Screams)

BTRO: Toe up from the mother fuckin' flo up!

AK-47: (Screams)

AK-47: (Screams)

BTRO: 187 this bitch, bro!

AK-47: (Screams)

BTRO: Wake up and be all the RE-NINJA you can be!

JTRO: I'm gonna 187, this mother fucker!

JTRO: You call that a 187?

AK-47: Open wide, Cactus Cooler.

AK-47: (Screams)

KCDC: Oh shit! JTRO makin' connections, yo!

KCDC: Bap! Bap! Bap!

KCDC: Bap! Bap! Bap! Yo!

KCDC: Oh shit!

CROWD: Yeah! Fuck him up, JTRO! Show him how we do it up in the 248!

JTRO: Come on!

CHAI-T: Get him, JTRO. Get him!

KCDC: Oh shit! Bap! Bap! Bap!

JTRO: Is that all you got?

NITRO: Knock that mother fucker's teeth out!

JTRO: Come on! Get up!

NITRO: Finish him!

JTRO: (Screams)

AK-47: (Screams)

JTRO: (Screams)

AK-47: (Screams)

JTRO: (Screams)

AK-47: (Screams)

KCDC: Flawless victory, bitch!

CROWD: Uh, I guess.

AK-47: JTRO...

AK-47: How?

AK-47: We're hermanos.

AK-47: Bio bros.

JTRO: You're not my bro.

JTRO: You're just some fuckin' asshole that looks like me.

AK-47: (Chokes in pain)

JTRO: Toss this piece of shit in BAKO where he belongs. Huh?

Forkliff: (Defeated) Forkliff...

KCDC: Ye-UH! I hear Beat-Beat prison is chill this time of year, BITCH!

AK-47: No. No. No. No! No! NO!

AK-47: NO!!!! NOOO!!!!

JTRO: Si.

CROWD: (Chanting) JTRO! JTRO! JTRO!

(Laser sound)

BTRO: Is it still there?

(Thunder claps)

BTRO: Rage, dawg.

BTRO: Is it still there?

JTRO: No.

JTRO: No. It's finally gone.

BTRO: I knew you'd finally do it, little bro.

JTRO: Thanks, bro.

BTRO: Someday. We will roll together again, JTRO. I promise 'n shit.

(Laser sound)

BTRO: Until then. You gotta be your own ninj. Aight?

BTRO: Be at peace, bro.

BTRO: ME and MomTRO will be waitin' for ya.

BTRO: She's proud of yo ass.

BTRO: We all is.

CHAI-T: You FP ninjas have a tough time stayin' on your feet.

CHAI-T: Don't ya?

JTRO: Shit's tough in The FP.

CHAI-T: G'dayTRO.

JTRO: IS that what I think it is?

CHAI-T: It's a Sheila.

JTRO: Is it mine?

CHAI-T: It's ours.

NITRO: What can I say?

NITRO: We throw some good pups.

JTRO: Guess you always knew it would end this way. Huh, dad?

NITRO: Didn't have a clue.

NITRO: I'm proud of y'all.

KCDC: Beliee' dat!

KCDC: Oh shit! JTRO makin' connections, yo! Bap! Bap! Bap! Yo!

CHAI-T: Welcome home.

NITRO: I got a feeling our adventures have only just begun.

(Dope end movie music)

NITRO: We roll together.

JTRO: We live together.

(Laser sound)

(Dope end movie music)

(Fantasy techno music)

JTRO: Rage and RE-NINJ come from the sky, CHAI-TRO.

JTRO: From the gods of the sky 'n shit.

(Eagle scream)

JTRO: But RE-NINJ.

JTRO: RE-NINJ is our god.

JTRO: Ya heard?

(Inspiration techno music rises)

(laser sound)