Original subtitles

[bird chirping]

- [singing off-key]

- [groans] THANKS, BUT...

NEXT! - EH.

THANKS FOR AT LEAST LETTING ME AUDITION, PAC.

- AH, SORRY IT DIDN'T WORK OUT.

BUT THE PRESIDENT ASKED ME TO SING

FOR A BUNCH OF VISITING V.I.P.s,

SO I GOTTA FIND THE BEST VOICES

IN PACOPOLIS TO BACK ME UP.

- UH, YOU CAN STOP LOOKING, 'CAUSE I'M THE BEST.

BUT I DON'T SING BACKUP.

I'M LEAD, OR I'M OUT OF HERE.

- WHAT DO YOU BET SKEEBO'S ALL TALK?

- BUT NO VOICE.

[both laugh]

- OKAY, SKEEBO, LET'S HEAR WHAT YOU GOT.

- GET READY TO BE AWED, TENNIS BALL.

Bß OH, LEMON BOY B

Bß THE GHOSTS, THE GHOSTS ARE CLIMBING Bß

Bß FROM DOWN BELOW... B

- HOW DOES SOMETHING SO SWEET COME OUT OF SUCH A MEAN MOUTH?

- Bß THOSE AWFUL GHOSTS B

Bß THEY'RE HOWLING, AND THEY'RE SLIMING Bß

Bß THAT NASTY SLIME B

Bß IT MAKES AN AWFUL MESS B

SEE? I RULE.

AND YOU STILL DROOL.

- WOW. HUH.

THINK YOU GUYS CAN TOP THAT?

- DOUBTFUL, DUDE, BUT WE'LL GIVE IT A SHOT.

both: Bß BAH HOO BAH DOOBIE DOO BAH BOO BAH Bß

- NOT BAD.

BUT BEFORE I AGREE TO JOIN YOU LOSERS,

LET'S HEAR WHAT THE WALKING BEACH BALL SOUNDS LIKE.

- [off-key] Bß THE OTHER DAY I ATE A GHOST B

Bß IT TASTED BAD LIKE SOGGY TOAST Bß

Bß THE GHOST I ATE WAS QUITE SURPRISED Bß

[dog howls] - Bß WHEN I--B

- [groans] PAC-SACK!

YOUR SOUR NOTES GO PERFECTLY WITH YOUR SOUR LEMON HEAD!

[ground rumbling]

AND NOW YOUR HORRIBLE HOLLERING

HAS TRIGGERED A QUAKE!

- THAT'S NOT FROM PAC! LOOK!

THAT THING IS HEADING STRAIGHT FOR THE ROUND HOUSE.

- AUDITION'S OVER, SKEEBO.

IT'S SHOWTIME!

[Pac-Man video game music]

- Bß THE PAC IS BACK B

Bß GHOSTS CHOMPING AT HIS FEET Bß

Bß PAC'S OUR HERO, PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT, YEAH Bß

- Bß PAC-MAN YELLOW, PAC EXTREME Bß

Bß HE'S A CHOWING-DOWN MACHINE B

Bß HE DON'T MIND GHOULS B

Bß AND ONLY ONE CAN STOP THEM Bß

- Bß PAC-MAN RULES B

- Bß THE PAC IS BACK B

Bß GHOSTS CHOMPING AT HIS FEET Bß

Bß PAC'S OUR HERO B

Bß AND PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT Bß

Bß B

Bß THE PAC IS BACK B

[ground rumbling]

- TOTALLY AMAZING.

- WHAT WOULD BE AMAZING IS JUST ONE DAY

THAT DIDN'T INCLUDE A GHOST INVASION

OR A CURSED TEMPLE OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT!

- YEAH, BUT HOW BORING WOULD THAT BE?

- I COULD LIVE WITH BORING, BRO.

- [growls]

- SURE GLAD TO SEE YOU YOUNGSTERS ARE HERE.

I FEAR THE SITUATION COULD GET TRICKY MIGHTY QUICK.

- THAT IS THE MOST TERRIFYING THING I'VE EVER SEEN...

KEEPING IN MIND I DID GROW UP WITH BETRAYUS.

[shudders]

[gasps] NO OFFENSE.

[groans] A LITTLE HARD WITH YOU TWO SQUASHING ME.

- UH-OH. THINK IT'S TIME FOR TITANIUM PAC.

OW! OOH!

[spits] AH...

- OH, NOW LEMONADE BRAIN'S SINGING'S GONNA STINK

WORSE THAN EVER!

- I COME IN PEACE.

BUT IF YOU TRY TO EAT MORE BERRIES WITH HOSTILE INTENT,

YOU WILL BE THE ONES IN PIECES.

[chuckles] DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?

AND PAC-LISH ISN'T EVEN MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.

[laughs] I ROCK.

- IS THIS GUY FOR REAL?

- UNFORTUNATELY, I THINK SO.

- [groans] IF I DON'T HAVE MY BERRY SUPER-POWERS,

HOW CAN I BE A HERO?

WITHOUT MY POWERS, I'M JUST A NORMAL TEEN.

- NOT NORMAL...

A YELLOW ORB.

I NEED TO GET DOWN THERE AND BEGIN COLLECTING DATA...

AND PERHAPS A LIVE SAMPLE.

[laughs wickedly]

- IT'S HIDEOUS!

- IT'S A FREAK OF NATURE!

- OH, MY! WHAT IS IT?

- OH, IT'S HUGE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

- MY NAME IS APEX,

AND I-- OH, WHOA!

I GOTTA GET THAT RAMP FIXED.

[clears throat]

AS I WAS SAYING, I BRING GIFTS

OF SHINY INTERSTELLAR TRINKETS

TO AMAZE AND DELIGHT YOUR PRIMITIVE PACWORLD BRAINS.

- "PRIMITIVE"? HMM.

SOMETHING ABOUT THAT BIG BOT IS SETTING OFF

WARNING ALARMS IN MY HEAD.

[alarm wails]

- [grunts]

GREETINGS!

I'M THE PRESIDENT OF PACWORLD.

AND I'M SO RELIEVED YOU'RE NOT HERE

TO PROBE ME OR FACE-HUG ME OR CROP-CIRCLE MY LAWN.

- AH, SO YOU ARE THE LEADER. [chuckles]

THEN I HAVE SOMETHING VERY SPECIAL SELECTED FOR YOU.

- OH, I'D HAVE GOTTEN YOU A GIFT

IF I'D KNOWN YOU WERE COMING.

- REMAIN CALM!

- HE SAID HE COMES IN PEACE!

- PRESS THAT DISK.

I BELIEVE YOU'LL ENJOY THE RESULT.

[beeps] [both groan]

- HA! NOW YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE.

- WITH THIS GIFT, YOU NEVER NEED TO BE WORRIED

ABOUT YOUR SAFETY AGAIN.

IT'S HEAT-PROOF, HAMMER-PROOF,

AND EVEN GHOST-PROOF.

- [gasps]

- GHOST-PROOF TECHNOLOGY?

BERRY-ZAPPING LASERS?

FINALLY, A REAL SCIENTIST.

I WANT THIS POINTY-NOGGIN SPACE JOCKEY ON MY TEAM.

BUTTLER, GO FETCH THOSE FOUR FOO--

AAH!

HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT I WANTED YOU TO FETCH--

NEVER MIND.

I WANT YOU FOUR TO PUT ON YOUR MOST CHARMING SMILES

AND INVITE THAT ALARMINGLY ADVANCED ALIEN

TO THE NETHERWORLD.

LET ME SEE YOU SMILE

AND MAKE IT CHARMING.

- UH, CHARM AIN'T REALLY OUR THING.

- [giggles nervously] RIGHT.

WE'RE BETTER AT THE WHOLE "SPOOK 'EM" ROUTINE.

- OH, I THINK YOU CAN DO IT

IF YOU WANT TO REMAIN IN ONE PIECE.

- [whimpers]

I'M SURE WE CAN PULL IT TOGETHER IF YOU INSIST.

- OH, I DO.

- YOU GOTS IT.

- HOW'S THIS?

- I DID ATTEND CHARM SCHOOL.

- ME TOO.

- EXCELLENT.

STAY JUST LIKE THAT AND GO CHARM

THAT ALIEN INVADER AND BRING HIM DOWN HERE.

AND REMEMBER, MY SLUG-CAM WILL HAVE ITS EYE ON YOU!

- YOU CAN'T TELL FROM MY EXPRESSION,

BUT I HATE MY AFTERLIFE.

- OH, I'LL SHOW THAT CREATURE FROM ANOTHER WORLD

SUCH A GOOD TIME, HE'LL BEG TO BE MY PARTNER.

- ARE YOU HAVING A GOOD TIME, MR. APEX?

- OH, I'M IN ORBIT OVER THESE HORS D'OEUVRES.

- HORS D'OEUVRES...

[slurps]

[groans] - SORRY, PAC.

NO SNACKS UNTIL AFTER THE PERFORMANCE.

- AW, BUT HOW CAN I SING ON AN EMPTY STOMACH?

[stomach growls]

- [belches]

I COULD HAPPILY CONSUME YOUR ENTIRE WORLD.

- HA!

LITTLE SPACE DUDE FRIES YOUR BERRIES,

AND HE BEATS YOU AT EATING AND BELCHING.

YOU ARE SO FIVE MINUTES AGO, BEACH BALL.

- [sighs]

- [yelps]

HMM.

BEST PRESENT EVER.

AND NOW, THE PAC-MAN AND HIS FRIENDS

ARE GOING TO SING A SONG IN YOUR HONOR.

- Bß OH, LEMON BOY B

Bß ALTHOUGH WE SOMETIMES SQUABBLE Bß

Bß AND SOMETIMES FIGHT B [audience sobbing]

Bß AND OFTEN DISAGREE B

Bß PLEASE DON'T IGNORE B

Bß THE GHOSTS YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO GOBBLE Bß

Bß AND IF YOU'RE SLIMED, WELL, BETTER YOU THAN ME Bß

- [off-key] Bß ALTHOUGH MY JOB'S TO GOBBLE ECTOPLASM Bß

- [groans] - Bß AND SAVE THE WORLD B

- OH, THE HORRIBLE WARBLING OF THE YELLOW ORBS!

[cup shatters]

- [off-key] Bß SOMETIMES MY STOMACH JUMPS B

Bß AND STARTS TO SPASM B [glass shatters]

Bß AND I WOULD RATHER HAVE B

- MAKE IT STOP! - Bß A LESS DISGUSTING SNACK B

- AS COMMANDER IN CHIEF, I ORDER YOU

TO ZIP YOUR LIP! [feedback whines]

- OKAY, IT'S OFFICIAL.

NOTHING COULD MAKE THIS DAY WORSE.

- [screams] - LORD BETRAYUS,

SUPREME DICTATOR OF THE NETHERWORLD

AND FUTURE RULER OF PACWORLD, INVITES YOU TO--

[all gasp]

- WHOO-HOO!

NOT EVEN EYEBALLS LEFT!

SPACE DUDE OUT-PACS THE PAC-SAP ONCE AGAIN.

- I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST VAPORIZED OUR FRIENDS.

- GOOD THING THEY'RE ALREADY GHOSTS.

- YEAH, BUT SOME HERO I AM.

I COULDN'T EVEN HELP THEM.

- WHEW!

NOTHING LIKE SOME DOWNTIME

ON MY OTHER THRONE TO HELP ME

PRODUCE EVIL PLANS WHILE I WAIT FOR MY ALIEN TO ARRIVE.

[chuckles]

HEY!

DID YOU ALREADY DO THE CROSSWORD PUZZLE?

WHAT'S A FIVE-LETTER WORD FOR "DISINTEGRATED BUTLER?"

[screams]

- WHAT HAPPENED?

ONE SECOND WE'RE IN PACWORLD,

AND THE NEXT WE'RE IN...

[whimpers] BETRAYUS'S BATHROOM?

- MY EYES! - MY NOSE!

- [gagging] OH, MY EVERYTHING!

- [groans]

- WHAT ARE YOU FOOLS DOING BACK HERE?

WHERE'S MY ALIEN?

- MOMENTS AGO, APEX PROVED

A BETTER GHOST EXTERMINATOR THAN PAC-MAN.

- [laughs] WELL DONE.

WELL DONE, INDEED.

PAC, PERHAPS YOU SHOULD RETIRE FROM GHOST-GOBBLING

AND PRACTICE YOUR SINGING INSTEAD.

APEX SEEMS TO HAVE THINGS UNDER CONTROL, SECURITY-WISE.

- [sighs]

[sighs] YOU KNOW, I REALLY DON'T FEEL LIKE SINGING RIGHT NOW.

- YEAH?

WELL, I DON'T FEEL LIKE HEARING YOU SING.

BUT IF YOU'RE GONNA SOUND BETTER

THAN NAILS ON A CHALKBOARD, YOU GOTTA PRACTICE.

- [sighs]

[off-key] Bß PAC-MAN ATE GHOSTS B

Bß AND HE DON'T CARE B

Bß PAC-MAN ATE GHOSTS IN UNDERWEAR Bß

Bß PAC-MAN IS ROUND 'CAUSE HE AIN'T SQUARE Bß

Bß I ATE A GHOST TODAY B - CUT! CUT!

OH, YOUR SINGING STINKS SO BAD,

IT MAKES ME WANT TO TEAR MY EARS OFF!

IT COULD STOP A PACHYDERM IN ITS TRACKS.

I'M KICKING YOU OUT OF THE GROUP.

- YOU CAN'T DO--

YOU CAN'T DO THAT.

IT'S MY GROUP.

- HA! NOW THAT THE PREZ KNOWS HOW GOOD I CAN SING,

I'M GONNA BE THE NEXT PACOPOLIS IDOL,

SO WHO NEEDS YOU?

- IF PAC'S OUT, THEN WE'RE OUT.

- YEAH! ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL.

- ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR--

UH...HEY.

NOBODY SAID THERE'D BE MATH.

LATER, LOSERS!

I GOTTA KEEP TUNING MY INSTRUMENT.

Bß OH, LEMON BOY B

Bß YOUR SINGING'S REALLY AWFUL B

Bß I MEAN, IT STINKS B

Bß IT'S PAINFUL TO MY EARS B [birds chirp]

Bß LET'S CALL THE COPS B

Bß YOUR VOICE SHOULD BE UNLAWFUL Bß

Bß IT EVEN BRINGS B

Bß AN ALIEN TO TEARS B

[beeps] [both groan]

- [chuckles] THIS NEVER GETS OLD.

SO I ASSUME WE CAN RELY ON YOU

AND YOUR GIANT ROBOT TO PROTECT PACWORLD,

NOW THAT PAC-MAN IS, UH...

FOCUSING ON HIS SINGING?

[beeps]

- LEADER, I DIDN'T COME HERE TO PROTECT PACWORLD.

I CAME HERE TO CONQUER IT. [chuckles evilly]

AND I'LL START BY ABDUCTING THE PLANET'S LEADER.

- WHAT?

NO, PLEASE!

[beeps] YOU SAID YOU CAME IN PEACE!

- I LIED.

OH, AND YOU CAN PUSH THAT

UNTIL YOUR FINGER'S BLUE,

BUT THAT FORCE FIELD WILL HOLD YOU

LIKE A RAT IN A HAMSTER BALL.

- [gasps] HELP!

I'M BEING ALIEN ABDUCTED!

- DON'T WORRY.

IT WILL HARDLY HURT AT ALL.

[beeps] [laughs wickedly]

- MOMMY.

- [groans] I FEEL POWERLESS, USELESS, AND OFF-KEY.

- PAC, YOU'VE SAVED THE WORLD MORE TIMES THAN I CAN COUNT,

AND I'M A MATH WHIZ.

- APEX CAN OUTSHOOT, OUTEAT, AND OUT-GHOST ME.

HE PROBABLY SINGS BETTER TOO.

- WELL, THAT LAST ONE MAY BE TRUE, BUT--

- HELP! HELP!

DON'T LET THE ALIEN ABDUCT ME!

- THAT SOUNDS LIKE...

all: THE PRESIDENT!

- WHOA! OHH!

WHOA-OH-OH-OH!

WHOA! [groans]

- HE GOES FOR A FEROCIOUS LAYUP.

HE SHOOTS.

- [groaning]

- HE MISSES!

- WHOA! OH!

OH! OH!

OH, OH, OH, OH!

- I'M REALLY HAVING A BALL.

GET IT--A "BALL"?

I SHOULD DO STAND-UP.

- WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING, DUDE!

- HOW CAN I SAVE THE PREZ WITHOUT BERRY POWER?

- THAT'S NOT WHAT MAKES YOU A HERO, PAC.

IT'S YOUR OWN COURAGE AND CHARACTER.

- AND YOU'VE GOT MORE OF THOSE THAN ANY CRUMMY ALIEN INVADER.

- [groans] HELP!

I GET MOTION SICKNESS EASY!

- THANKS, GUYS, BUT I'M NOT SURE.

- WITH SECONDS LEFT ON THE CLOCK, HE SHOOTS...

- SOMEBODY HELP!

- [sighs] BERRIES OR NOT, I GOTTA TRY!

- WHOA!

OH!

- HE SCORES!

- I BLEW IT AGAIN!

- MY ROBOT LOVES THE TASTE OF PRESIDENT.

IT TASTES LIKE VICTORY! [belches]

- WELL, THIS IS PRETTY MUCH THE LAST THING I WANTED TO DO,

BUT I'M OUT OF IDEAS.

SO HERE GOES.

OKAY, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO NEXT.

I'M OUT OF BERRIES IN ALIEN TERRITORY.

JUST GOTTA STAY CALM.

SINGING ALWAYS WORKED WHEN I WAS A LITTLE KID.

[off-key] Bß HUSH, LITTLE PAC-MAN, DON'T BE SCARED Bß

Bß RUSHING INTO DANGER WHEN YOU'RE UNPREPARED Bß

Bß UP AGAINST AN ALIEN B

Bß PAC-MAN HAS NO BERRIES, HOW'S HE GONNA WIN? Bß

[sighs] THAT IS STRANGELY COMFORTING.

- COMFORTING TO YOU MAYBE.

YOUR SINGING STINKS SO BAD,

IT MAKES ME WANT TO TEAR MY EARS OFF!

IT COULD STOP A PACHYDERM IN ITS TRACKS!

- OH! THAT'S IT!

THANKS, SKEEBO.

- DON'T GET USED TO MY HELP, LEMON DROP.

- HMM.

ALIEN LASER BEAM...

AGITATING MOLECULES TO A COMBUSTIVE STATE...

AAH!

UPON REFLECTION, THE SOLUTION IS...

[bell dings]

REFLECTION! [laughs]

MY REMARKABLE REFLECTO COATING,

PATENT PENDING, WILL FOIL HIS CHEESY ALIEN LASERS!

PRIMITIVE PACWORLD BRAINS, INDEED.

HARRUMPH.

- [chuckles wickedly]

THESE POOR, PATHETIC PACWORLDERS ARE NO MATCH

FOR MY SUPERIOR, POINTY-HEADED INTELLECT.

- YOUR BRAIN MAY BE SUPERIOR, BUT YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC STINKS.

[off-key] Bß THE OTHER DAY B

Bß I SANG A SONG B - NOT AGAIN!

MY SENSITIVE ALIEN EARS CANNOT STAND SUCH TORTURE!

[gagging] OH...

- [groans] OW.

ANOTHER MINUTE OF THIS,

AND I MAY HAVE TO DELIVER A...

[gagging] PRESIDENTIAL PAVEMENT PIZZA.

- [off-key] Bß MY WORDS, THEY HURT HIS POINTY HEAD Bß

Bß PAC-MAN SING SONG, APEX BEWARE Bß

Bß PAC-MAN SING LOUD, THE PAC-MAN BLARE Bß

Bß PAC-MAN SING BAD, AND HE DON'T CARE Bß

- AAH! - Bß OH, APEX, GO AWAY B

- TIME TO EJECT THE SPACE TRASH!

- WHOA!

NO!

WHOA!

[weapons click]

- PAC, MY BOY!

YOU'VE GOT HIM STAGGERING!

GOBBLE THIS SUPER POWER BERRY AND FINISH THE JOB!

- HA HA!

I GUESS YOU LIKE IT WHEN I FRY YOUR TONGUE!

HEY! THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!

- [gulps]

ALL RIGHT! PAC-ATTACK!

- GIVE IT YOUR BEST SHOT, METAL MOUTH!

- [off-key] Bß THE OTHER DAY I SANG A SONG B

- [off-key] Bß THE OTHER DAY I SANG A SONG B

Bß "MY SONG SOUNDS FINE," IS WHAT I SAID Bß

Bß MY WORDS, THEY HURT HIS POINTY HEAD Bß

YOU TALK A LOT OF TRASH.

LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE EATING IT.

LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE EATING IT.

[off-key] Bß PAC-MAN SING SONG, APEX BEWARE Bß

Bß PAC-MAN SING LOUD, THE PAC-MAN BLARE Bß

[grunts]

[blaster fires]

[grunts] THEY PRACTICE HIGH JUMP WHERE YOU COME FROM, APEX?

- ARE YOU KIDDING?

MY PEOPLE WERE HIGH-JUMPING

WHILE YOU WERE STILL SWINGING

ON VINES LIKE PAC-MONKEYS.

- PROVE IT, TIN TOES.

- [grunting]

- LET'S SEE HOW YOU HANDLE...

PAC-PANIC!

- [groaning]

- GOTTA GET THE PREZ OUT

BEFORE I CAN TAKE THIS SPACE CADET DOWN.

UH, DON'T WORRY. I'LL...

[electricity crackles]

HUH? - NOW WHAT?

- OH...

I--[coughs]

OH, I FEEL REALLY NAUSEOUS.

I BET IT WAS THOSE CRUMMY HORS D'OEUVRES.

- WHAT'S HAPPENING?

- LOOKS LIKE THAT BIG BOT'S

GOT SOME MEGA ALIEN GAS!

- OR TITANIUM PAC'S MAGNETIC PERSONALITY

HAS SET OFF AN EXPLOSIVE REACTION.

PAC, GET OUT OF THERE BEFORE HE BLOWS!

- [groaning]

[explosion]

- [screaming]

- DON'T WORRY. THE FORCE FIELD WILL PROTECT SPHEROS.

BUT WHAT ABOUT YOUNG PAC?

- NOW I'M GONNA BOOT THAT INVADER BACK TO--

- [breathing heavily]

WAIT, PAC.

I AM YOUR FATHER.

- WHAT?

THAT IS-- THAT IS SO NOT TRUE!

- HEY! JUST KIDDING.

BUT I ACTUALLY HAVE MET HIM.

HE'S ALMOST AS BIG A PAIN IN THE ROBOT AS YOU.

- YOU'VE MET MY DAD?

WHEN? WHERE?

- [laughs evilly]

I'LL NEVER TELL.

BUT WE POINTY HEADS

KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU YELLOW ORBS.

- EW! THAT'S JUST NASTY.

- TIME FOR ME TO HEAD OUT.

GET IT--"HEAD OUT"?

MAN, I'M GOOD. ADMIT IT.

YOU'RE GONNA MISS ME.

BUT DON'T WORRY. I'LL BE BACK.

- UH, THERE MAY BE CLUES IN THE DEBRIS

AS TO THE ALIEN'S ORIGINS.

[chuckles] AT LEAST GRINDER'S BENEFITTING

FROM THIS PILE OF EXTRATERRESTRIAL WRECKAGE.

- [beeps]

- WHAT WAS ALL THAT ABOUT MY FATHER AND THE YELLOW ORBS?

- FORGET ABOUT IT.

THAT LITTLE ALIEN PAIN IN THE PATOOTIE WAS

WAS JUST MESSING WITH YOU, BRO, TRYING TO GET INSIDE YOUR HEAD.

- BUT YOU GOT INSIDE HIS HEAD FIRST,

AND YOUR SINGING HELPED SAVE THE DAY.

- INDEED, PAC.

YOUR EAR-SPLITTING, ATONAL CATERWAULING

WAS A KEY TO VICTORY.

WE SHOULD ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL

FOR THE GIFTS WE RECEIVE IN LIFE.

HMM, THAT REMINDS ME OF SOMETHING

I'M STILL FORGETTING.

all: THE PRESIDENT!

- HELLO? ANYONE?

A LITTLE HELP, PLEASE.

[sighs] FORCE FIELD--

WORST GIFT EVER.

[shrieks]

[groans]