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Scan of sector 32 is complete, Gary,

but I am still unable to locate the rest of the crew.

Chookity pok.

H.U.E., how do I put this politely?

You've been out of the AI game a while.

- Do you think maybe it is possible that ... - Go ahead and say it, Gary.

That I'm incompetent?

Aaah! Oh, god. Oh! H.U.E.!

Did you just uppercut me with a monitor?

Oops. I guess I'm still getting my groove back.

Cheerio from old blighty, Constable Goodspeed.

Ha! I'm making some progress here in London,

but these JX10 trans-vector plasma coils are really...

...well, "snogging my bum," as the Brits used to say.

Yeah, you should definitely stop saying that, okay?

But do you think you can get it to work?

Yep. I'm hoping in four to five days, tops.

We'll be there.

Have you found the others yet?

Not yet.

Oh! Uh, gotta run!

Remember Gary, uh, 9 to 38 days, tops.

'Scuse me? What? What?

Newton out! And Goodspeed? God speed.

The souls of these prisoners strengthen me.

But they are not enough.

I need the key.

I need Mooncake.

Well, I wish we could've spent more time together,

but since you all failed to tell me where Mooncake is,

you can rot here like trash. Except her.

Uh, sorry.

I thought you were talking about me.

- Are you? - Yes. You.

Let them go!

Soon, you'll join the voiceless chorus and bend to Invictus.

You're going to love it.

Ahhhh!

Oh, and just how did you think that was gonna go, girl?

I am the Lord Commander.

Come on, Ash! Kill him!

Aaaaaahhhh!

Agh! Intriguing.

Aaaaahhh!

Agh! Ah. Oof.

Aahh!

Ugh!

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Nothing in sector 33.

There is no sign of Avocato or the rest of the crew, Gary.

Keep looking, H.U.E..

- Lil bud? - Chookity?

Can I bounce a hypothesis at you?

- Pok pok. - Okay, good, okay.

You just got back, but maybe you've noticed,

Quinn and I... have been a little distant, okay.

- Hmm. - Separate rooms and...

- Mm-hmm. - ...y-you get the idea...

Ohhhhhh, chookity pok.

Maybe I'm just not... mysterious enough.

I've read the manuals, okay.

Like, a lady like Quinn needs intrigue.

A mustache! Excitement!

- Pok pok? - What?

- You think I excite? - Mmmwow!

- Chookity pok pok. - Whoa.

You think I excite and bring it?

- Chookity. - Oh, my. I asked for a slice,

and you give me the whole dang pie!

Pok pok pok pok pok, chookity pok.

You have no idea how much I needed that.

Gimme that muffin top, little buddy. Pow!

- Yeah! There we go. - Chookity chook!

Breathe.

Just breathe.

- Excuse me, Quinn. - Not now, H.U.E..

I know what's going on.

My biodiagnostic scanners have detected

the rapid progression of your Final Space poisoning.

Allow me to show you.

No, really, I'm good!

Doctor's orders.

Ugh.

Scan is complete. Projected life span...

facticulating... 36 hours.

I'm sorry, Quinn.

36 hours?

Ugh. Ah.

H.U.E., no one finds out, especially Gary.

But, Quinn, keeping secrets is not part of my protocol.

Whatever happened to doctor-patient confidentiality?

Uh, I am not your doctor.

You just said, "doctor's orders."

Ah! It appears you won this argument.

Maybe ol' H.U.E. has lost a step.

Then it stays between us. I need that.

I need to make these last moments with my Gary count.

- We gotta help her. - Ugh. How?

These chains are impossible to get out of.

Yeah, see you later, fellas.

Sheryl! Get us out of here.

No time, hon, not even for a pash and dash.

Would you believe it?

There is time. Ample time. Please!

No, no! Ugh. And there she goes.

I admire her independence, but...

- she just bailed on us, right? - Thanks for rejoining the party.

But she's comin' back, right?

Uh, what's the answer that you're looking for?

- Quatronostro? - Eh. Mm!

Do not "eh" me. I will not be "eh"ed!

I uncorked my baby hole for you, mister.

- I will not be ignored. - Eh.

Whoever said parenthood was a roll in the hay

doesn't know what hay is. We need to bond.

Would a fatherly swaddle do the trick?

It would. Did I know that all along?

I did.

Swaddle! No sere envuelto!

Oh, well. Then it's on!

Cha!

- Ha, ha! - Quizás eres mi padre

pero yo soy tu superior!

I don't know what the hell that means,

but it sounds very continental.

Oh, heavens! You are strong, my child.

As we tumble on the ground mightily,

man to man.

An undiscovered new civilization?

- They'd better have shopping. - Si. Mm-hmm.

Remember, don't buy from the first seller,

and never pay full price.

Hut! Uh. Ugh!

Ah! Aah! Aaah!

Agh. Ah!

Help me, please!

Come on, ya little... work!

Ah, yes!

Gary, we're in trouble. Come ASAP.

Oh.

Only 33 hours.

Sector 34.

Empty, Gary. Still no sign of the crew.

Hey! Uh...

- ...you look nice. - Thanks.

Oh, my god. You smell nice!

Why do you smell so nice? Why do you ...

I mean, uh, so extra nicer than the normally natural nice?

I mean ah!

Pits! There's ... there's ... I ...

I'm sensing some pits of lavender.

Did I save it? I saved it, right?

Saved it? You never lost it.

Love truly is blind.

I don't know what the hell is going on,

but it's nice.

It's real nice. Ah!

Incoming transmission, Gary.

Play it.

One moment, Gary.

Biskit, what exactly are you doing with my pristine temple?

That's my business!

That was my golden chariot.

- Play the dang message. - Gary, can I be honest with you?

You're just letting your robot arm go to waste.

Mind if I just cut it off and attach it to my H.U.E. project?

If Gary's cool with it.

Gary, are you cool with it?

Oh! That's my arm, okay?

And I ... wait. What do you mean,

my arm is going to waste?

Can it do things?

H.U.E., will you please play the message?

Two seconds. I want to hear more about

my sweet robot arm.

If you haven't figured it out by now, there's no hope.

No hope? What ... what is ... what is that suppos...

You know what? Just ... H.U.E., play the dang message.

Gary, we're in trouble. Come ASAP.

That's it? Any more to that?

Mnh-mnh. That's disappointing.

Whatever. Lock onto her location, H.U.E.

Lightfold.

You're so much more than you know.

I could make you whole.

All your fear, weakness ... gone.

Become my..."prote-gzege."

It's pronounced "protégé," ya dink!

That's what I said.

- "Prote-gzege." - Nah, ya dingus.

It's pronounced "protégé," like matinee.

Wait! Are we roasting a speech impediment?

No, I think he's just mispronouncing "protégé."

Does it make a difference?

Totally! In one version I'm the dick.

- In the other ... - You're the cool rebel dude,

- taking down the man! - Exactly.

Ash, your powers are beyond these fools' comprehension.

I can show you the way up, the way to true power.

I never wanted them.

- They were a gift. - A gift?

I couldn't save my sister from being sacrificed.

I killed my parents.

And yet, against all odds, here you stand, alive.

Aren't you even a little curious why?

I don't want to know why.

Because deep down you already know, don't you?

You're still here because you're one of us.

Leave it to a market in Final Space

to sell a crocheted sweater. Is this peach?

- Because it better not be fuchsia. - We are in great danger, outlander.

Our enemies draw closer with each passing moment.

Our people live in fear.

- Help us, please! - Shut the hell up.

You don't know what danger is until you've read

my customer satisfaction survey.

Now, how much is the frock?

They approach!

Ew. Bug thugs. To be fair,

if I looked like that, I would be mad, too.

I mean, what kind of Frankenstein nonsense is this?

Be something, or be nothing.

Whoa! But those were just the scouts.

Their army won't rest until they destroy us all.

- Please, stay! - Fine, you win.

What do you win? World's worst shopkeep.

That's what you win.

I think we're next.

Dad? When Invictus took you over, did it hurt?

Yeah.

But not as much as hurting you.

You lost one.

Ughhhh!

Gary, your mother's signal emanated

from this quadrant of the asteroid field.

Alright, let's set her down.

Mom?

- Where the hell are you? - Gary.

- Oh ... - Oh, I ... oh.

- Okay, I'm just ... - Ah!

Ah.

Well, I mean, we're new to this, Gary.

- Sorry, I ... - Ah, whoops. Didn't mean to ...

- Sorry. - Yeah.

Well that was just horribly awkward.

Yeah! It's a Gary thing!

Uh, you know...

- ...we could just stop. - Ah, thank you.

Gary, listen, the Lord Commander has returned.

- And he has the others. - What?

- He's back. - This time we kill him.

- Mmmm. - Don't worry, Mooncake.

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

You just tell H.U.E. what you need, Gary.

Guns. Lots of guns.

Hell yeah, dawg.

Hell yeah!

H.U.E, oh ... O-okay. We're good.

Okay, you can stop now!

Okay, okay, H.U.E. H.U.E.!

You want guns? I give you guns.

By the way, Quinn, I'm not just

in the excitement distribution business.

- I don't even know what that means. - It means I bring it.

Then maybe we should do it already, Goodspeed.

It's about to be brought, ergon.

The warning horns.

The Slyban army draws near!

Save us, please! Please!

What is this? A burlap sack of horror?

- One star. - Outlander, we're all going to die!

Do I want to help?

Yes, I do. Will I?

That depends on how fast you can say the magic word.

Would you say, you want us to help you... resist them?

Mm. I'd say more like, uh, fight back.

Are you absolutely married to that phrasing?

For instance, could the help

you require be characterized as a resistance?

Could we maybe discuss the wording later?

Honestly? No.

Agh! Sure, whatever!

We'll call it your thing. Just help us!

Just say the word, hon.

- Will you please lead the resis... - Shh!

Tribore already knows. Quatro, to arms!

♪ Whoa-ohhhh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoaaaaaaaaaaa ♪

And now Quatronostro and I will take our leave...

and that frock.

And this helmet.

Oh, heavens. Never mind.

The helmet remains with your people.

Take us with you. Wherever you go, we will follow.

That's a very big responsibility.

How the hell am I supposed to ... Yes, I'll do it!

Tribore, and to a much lesser extent Quatro,

will lead you out of Final Space.

Now, cheer for me.

Cheer!

I am not one of you!

My child.

Are you certain?

Such dark power.

Ahhhh! No!

At last you can see who you truly are.

Now stop fighting. You're finally home.

What have we here?

The Gary!

H.U.E., take him out!

On it, Gary.

Your taquitos are here, Jack!

No, Mooncake, you stay.

Huh? Pok! Pok! Pok!

I'm sorry, but that's an order.

Eat lasers, jerk-face!

Agh!

Oh, my craaaaaappppp!

Never thought I'd see you again.

But you just keep showing up, the Gary.

It's just Gary!

Agh! Ah! Ah!

Chookity pok!

No, Mooncake, Gary is too close.

- Dieeeee! - Agh! Ugh!

Do it!

Arggggghhhhhhh!

Your robot arm, Gary! Use it!

Come on! Come on!

Turn into something!

Diiiiieeeee!

It's not working! It's just a hand.

Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!

What? Ah!

Oh, my siiiiick! Ugh!

Did you see that?! Yes!

This is tight! I can do things!

- Look! - I so told him.

You were there when I said it, right?

You were there.

Oh! It's a sword!

Oh, how did I not know this?

Goodspeed? You brought it.

- Okay, that's new. - Run!

Hang on! Fox!

- Goodbye, Dad. - Always short of tomorrow.

- Ash, get out of here! - I'm not leaving you.

There is no escaaaape.

- Ash, go! - I'm gonna get you out of here.

- Bring them up, KVN. - You calling me in, coach?

I'm not your coach, KVN. Pull them up!

But you have to call me in.

- Okay, you're in. - KVN is in!

Agh.

Whoo! You right on time, baby!

Peace out, dickweed.

Gary! I need your help with Fox!

Don't worry, Fox. We got you.

Let's cut these things off you.

It's gonna be okay.

No! Ash! Get out of here!

It's too late!

You're mine now!

- Watch out! - No! Fox!

Aaaaaaaaaahh!

No! Fox!

Ash! Blast Invictus out of him.

Ah! I can't!

Alright! Everyone, back to the ship.

- We can't leave him! - We stay, we die.

Oh, I have much more in store for you than death.

Chookity poooooookkkk!

Mooncake! Aggggghhhh!

Lightfold!

You let the key escape.

I never should have trusted you with this.

Bring me my ship.

Fox...

Fox.

Fox.

Incoming. It's the Lord Commander's ship.

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