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♪ Everybody know

♪ Here we go

♪ Lean stroke

♪ Yeah, lean stroke

♪ Yeah, lean stroke

♪ Yeah, lean stroke

♪ Ooh, yeah, lean stroke

♪ Cool, lean stroke

♪ Lean stoke, yeah

♪ Hit it with that

♪ I need it, unh

♪ I need that thang like my...

♪ Hey, yeah

[ Indistinct singing ]

♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah

[ Indistinct singing ]

♪ Meow, meow

[ Indistinct singing ]

[ Indistinct singing ]

[ Rumbling, monkey hooting ]

[ Indistinct singing ]

♪ Stroke, lean, hit, what?

♪ Stroke, lean, hit, what?

♪ Damn

♪ Oh, my God

♪ Lord help us

♪ Oh, my God, okay

♪ Oh, my God, praise our lord

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Help, yeah, fault, help, help, yeah, fault ♪

[ Indistinct singing ]

♪ Lean stroke, unh

♪ Lean stroke

♪ Back and fault, back and fault ♪

♪ I pull up with my tennis racket ♪

♪ I make that racket, yeah

♪ Pull up in that muh

♪ I got that pack, yeah

♪ Everybody wanna know

♪ I did it, now

♪ Everybody wanna know

♪ I did it, now

♪ Venus, Serena, I got my penis on my necklace ♪

♪ Everybody think I'm so jealous ♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Door creaks ]

♪ I need ya, I need that thang like my ♪

♪ Hey

♪ Yeah

[ Indistinct singing ]

♪♪

♪ Meow, meow

♪ Cat meow

♪ Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it, stroke, lean, hit, what? ♪

♪ Stroke, lean, hit, what?

Makasu confronts Suppay, the God of Death,

deep in the Inca underworld.

But will our hero be lulled into a guilt-ridden complacency

by visions of the deaths he caused in high school

and memories of his affair with the Italian bocce-ball teacher?

Tune in next tennis time for "Gemmusetto Machu Picchu,

Chapter 3: Back Spin."

♪♪

♪♪

Narrator: Uh-oh. It looks like Makasu's triumphant ride

to the tennis mythos isn't going to be as easy as he thought

with this brand-new line of "Gemmusetto Machu Picchu" action figures.

Why, it's none other than water witch herself, Mama Cocha.

Use her squirting powers to douse Makasu with water,

or agua, as they say in most Latin American countries.

Whoa! It looks like Makasu is ready to shoot the curl

with the new surfer Makasu action figure.

Let's hang 10, dudes.

It comes with its very own surfboard and metal detector.

[ Metal detector chirping ]

My first dad lives under the sand.

Don't look now, but it's that trickster,

the Lake Titicaca Tricky Colon.

I'll pass using my sphincter, Makasu.

This slimy, disgusting abomination

is more than just the organ that reabsorbs fluid

and processes the waste product from the body

and prepares it for elimination through your rectum.

Ahoy matey, it's Skidbladnir,

the fiercest of the Viking ships.

This llama is all business

and will bring Makasu to his knees

with his "standing on all four legs"

or "just on his back legs" action.

Wowa-zowa! Barfing Makasu action figure.

[ Imitates Makasu vomiting ]

♪♪

Wowa Zowa!

Smells and tastes like actual vomit.

[ Sniffs ]

[ Sniffs ]

Gemmusetto Machu Picchu action figures and play sets --

the only action figures you'll ever need.

[ Beeping ]

Huh? Shoot. Bad news.

A tracking device in South America is now...

offline. Aah!

Ah, shit, piss.

I just ruined a computer.

The facts are this.

Agent Bendy Rivers is here

floating in the middle of the ocean.

But where's his target --

the relic thief, the God-Killer, the sportsman...

Both: Makasu!

[ Singing in Japanese ]

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

His tracking device is offline.

Did you check all the screens?

Yes. Even the small ones.

But that's impossible!

Agent Bendy Rivers, he def--

Hello.

-Agent Bendy Rivers? -Yes.

Agent Bendy Rivers,

you did put the tracking chip upon Makasu

when you had him in custody, right?

Yes, I -- Before he escaped again, that is.

Yes. [ Mumbling ]

Can't understand a word you're saying.

Yes. Before he got away,

I definitely stuck the devise on him.

What's wrong?

The thing's busted, Rivers.What?!

But I used the thing to track him to the beach.

I got you now.

You -- you -- you can't do an escape now.

Fashioned from tree sap and plankton chromosomes,

this tracking device was meant to be

the ultimate in bio-digital implants.

Him using it by the beach shouldn't have been a problem.

Plankton thrive in the ocean.

It's their natural habitat.

But wait, here, one of the deities

in the Incan pantheon.

Oh, my piss. Yes.

Some sort of god of herds,

a llama who watches over animals.

It's possible on his spiritual rampage,

Makasu has run into this divine beast.

And if he has -- crap in a piss hole.

The plankton...

Both: ...would have had an allergic reaction

to the llama, dander, and hair!

-Aah! -Oh, shoot.

Of course plankton are allergic to llamas.

Why would I choose a plankton chromosomal tracking device

when I knew Makasu was in Peru where there's lots of llamas?

Rivers, I'm beginning to doubt your ability

to handle this investigation.

You've been on this case for a decade, Rivers.

I used to look up to you, you know.

Aw.

Hold it.

I'm getting energy readings off the charts.

Where?! Triangulating.

In a parallel plane of existence

16 layers down...

intersecting with soul tunnels.

It must be the Incan Death Dimension.

Ukhu Pacha, it seems to be called.

Rivers, you may have your man yet.

These signatures match the power levels

exerted by those Chinese stones he stole.

Since our device went offline

while he was here in the under Andes,

you could circumvent the Incan Death Dimension

and possibly intercept him here in this plain of plains.

Yeah, sure, okay, lucky. I'll get right on that.

Now I'm hanging up.

Eventually, everyone disappoints you, even your heroes.

Let's just hope Makasu kills less than three more gods

and Rivers ends his murder theft spree for him,

for us, for the entire universe.

Uhh!

Back Pocket Flying Dimension Bear.

Chirp?

Return the Colored Stones of Nuwa

back to my back pocket dimension.

Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp.

It's incredible that you used the powers

of the Chinese elements in those Nuwa Stones

to destroy that crystal wall.

I stole these stones

when I defeated the Jade Emperor

in rugby using elements of fire, earth, water,

and then my two favorite elements, wood and metal.

Because they're -- wood and metal

are hard like a man's boner.

Chirp. Huh?

Ugh. Chirp.

And now, you're saying these crystals

taste like a man's brown Starburst. Wow.

Yes, sour like a man's brown Starburst.

-Wow. -Puh.

Man's boners, man's brown Starbursts.

Truly this is a man's world.

Little mineral demons stick to the walls here,

refining and gathering geodes

buried deep in the walls.

It's the only part of Incan history

buried deep in the walls.

Chirp? Ugh.

Puh. Chirp.

Makasu: Pure baby bear slave.

Hey, let me tell you what you should lick

that tastes very good.

Follow me. Chirp.

[ Panting ]

♪♪

This here floating femur.

Human bones are some of the best bones.

Chirp! Chirp!

I see we're at the final gateway to Ukhu Pacha.

I can tell because it's written here on this...

[echoing] femur.

Doesn't the femur ball look like a mozzarella cheese?

♪♪

The last time I sucked on a mozzarella bone

that hard was when I was having an affair.

Chirp?

Yes, an affair with my Italian bocce ball teacher.

Back in high school when I was a nympho-pansexual.

Ha. That was one of my favorite time...

phases?Ukhu Pacha.

I've always found it beautiful in the most haunting way,

like a very wet abortion.

Bones of ancestors are littered everywhere.

This is truly a bittersweet place.

You know, back in high school,

they used to call my man's brown Starburst "the bone pit".

Which kind of ties all this stuff together.

Chirp, chirp, chirp. Ya!

Chirp, chirp.

Don't you dare call me a horny bitch boy

right now, you freak. Chirp.

You don't get to use those words.

Those are my words.

Hey, sorry, guys, hold on. Uh, one sec.

Uh, it's me, the Chair Umpire, but just wait one sec.

Yes, Papa?

You have wireless reception

in the depths of the inner world?

Wow.

Chair Umpire sure is prepared for a Chair Umpire.

Hey, um, um, I'm on the phone with my papa.

Papa Chair Umpire: [ Speaking native language ]

Land lines at home are a thing of the past.

Right.

You are sweating.

Do you want any petite fours?

I don't have any. Just hold on one minute.

When you're sweating, you get rid of many things.

U, it's like sauna.

And, um, this is, this is --

I like, too. Uh...

We have to wait 'til she gets off the phone.

Hurry.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Papa Chair Umpire: Uh, number one,

it's a great, um, exercise.

As a matter of fact, it's not my idea,

but I know for a fact that this is number one.

Cardio number one.

Uh...[speaking native language]

...few days ago.

that he read somewhere that, um,

you can prolong your life, uh, with tennis.

10 years, he -- he read somewhere.

[ Coughs ] I -- I like it

because you can kill another person,

you know, who is -- who is playing with you,

and -- and that's, uh -- that's a pleasure.

You blink -- you blink weird.

Uh, sorry, guys.

Playing doubles...

Yeah.

[ Speaking native language ]

That -- that -- that never, never actually, you know,

with them, it's not -- not a problem.

They're just playing for fun.

Right.

Men actually never play for fun.

Men are so involved in that --

that they get so upset with -- with -- with --

when they lose and so happy when they win

that this is more than sport.

It's like, uh -- like, um -- um --

birthday for -- for -- for a man, you know?

Right. Literally.

Life or death.

Like what? Life or death.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Kind of like this, yes.

I would say, but, uh --

you know, ice cream is sweet.

Why you -- why -- why -- w-- why chocolate?

And there is chocolate ice cream, right?

So it's dangerous. -Yes. For sure.

-Okay. -Alrighty, bye bye, love you.

Love you.

-Bye. -Bye.

Sorry. So sorry about, um,

that phone conversation with my dad.

-I -- Oh, that's fine. -Tennis.

No -- no big deal.

I really apologize about that,

but, anyway, your next opponent is

Supay, the god of death, pronounced "su-pay".

Oh. Oh.

Supay.

[ Ball bouncing ]

Makasu: Four years ago at the ancient Chinese rugby stadium

in the cosmic nether clouds outside of the Leifeng Pagoda

is where I challenged the Jade Emperor to rugby

and got the Nuwa Elemental Stones we learned about

just a little while ago.

This is back when I grew a rat tail out

and I loved that hairdo I had.

Chrip?You're right! Time for tackle!

My rat tail!

-Chrip? -Huh? My head!

Huh! Not so fast!

Yes, but for some reason, I am still alive!

Huh! I guess fung shui reversed my decapitation!

Flying Bear: Chrip?

Makasu: And that's how I defeated the Jade Emperor

and got the Nuwa Stones,

which I used to destroy that crystal wall

on the way to Ukhu Pacha, where I am going to be playing tennis

against the Incan God of Death, Supay!

Supay.

S-U-P-A-Y.

Present in Quechua, Aymara, and Inca mythologies,

Supay held a similar role

to that of the Western concept of the Devil.

He ruled Ukhu Pacha, the lower world,

one of the three realms of the Inca mythological cosmos.

The other two are Hanan Pacha,

a heaven-like celestial world for the gods,

and Kay Pacha, which is the world we live on

or the present time space.

Though the Spanish colonizers used the name Supay

to refer to the Christian devil, it is important to note

that the Andean natives didn't see Supay

as a force to denounce.

Rather their fear of him led to their invoking of his name

and begging not to bring them harm.

Ukhu Pacha itself wasn't an entirely negative concept

and was associated with new life as well as death.

Pachamama, the feminine earth mother,

and harvesting were associated with this aspect of new life.

Disrupting the lower world was seen as a sacred matter,

leading to ceremonies and rites

when humans were to disturb the surface.

For instance, times when the Inca

were to till for potato crops were accompanied

with a host of sacred rituals

in order to pay respect to Ukhu Pacha,

a land of death, new life, of ancestors,

and the potential torment of Supay.

Offerings of food and drink were given to Supay

and his demons in order to ensure

that they would not suffer from hunger or thirst.

This would hopefully lead to Supay acting generously

when interacting with deceased relatives or, if neglected,

could lead to him inflicting punishment

or hurting the family members who had passed.

Capable of evil and destruction

as well as a consummate trickster,

Supay was an ever-present force

representing the duality of good and evil within the world.

Growth, decay, birth, and death,

spiritually linked with contradictions

we see in life itself.

It was even said that when Supay was to feast upon the dead,

he would manifest a divine fire,

giving off both light and heat, the generators of life.

Due to his connection to the underground,

Andean miners find a strong reverence of Supay.

Their offerings to him were not intended

to retain a status quo in these cases,

but rather to ensure the discovery of riches

from hidden treasures in the hills.

A living, white llama is to be sacrificed

and its heart interred in the mines

to gain his good will twice yearly,

an offering to satisfy his voracious appetite

to protect the miners as well as to certify

the encountering of valuable minerals.

♪♪

Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah.

Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah.

Sports men.

You've made much progress. Yah.

Using your tennis slaps on all my guys.

You knew I was arriving? Yah.

Of course he did, Makasu.

You've defeated three gods so far,

and their fading spirits must have at least passed

through Supay's domain of death.

Supay, is what he said true?

Yeah.

Damn. I should have known that.

Now I'm embarrassed in front of the Chair Umpire,

the coolest chair I know.

Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear.

Listen, I know I slapped you in the face earlier pretty hard

for calling me a horny bitch boy,

but let's be honest here.

I'm the one who calls you a horny bitch boy,

and the fact that you, like, took that from me?

Kind of [bleep] Chirp.

But, for real, I need to ask your opinion on something.

Okay, listen.

Do you think the Chair Umpire thinks I'm stupid?

I didn't know Supay knew we were coming.

Is everyone judging me for that right now?

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

I'd say I'm sorry, but you're being a total "c" word

right now, and I mean the one that I can't say.

[Bleep]

Sportsman, you have come to dispose of me,

much like your Spanish forefathers.

Your artifact seeking ends here.

Oh, no. Don't you dare compare me

to Spanish conquistadors of yore.

Look at me in my big, sexy eyes.

Every tear, every pupil dilation.

I don't have time for your nonsense.

Ugh!

Whatever you do, don't let Supay get to you.

Man, Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear

was being a total [bleep] earlier.

I'm really pissed. Agh.

Why don't you speak your mind with tennis?

Ugh, I'm pissed. Serve at me.

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

Sorries are for Gnarly Charlies and Charles Barkley.

I'm ignoring you for a few minutes,

Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear.

All I have is my big, sexy eyes.

And the dances.

Ahh.

[ Pop! ]

Yah.

Ooh. Huh?

Love 15.

My death dances were not good enough?

-Ha ha ha. -Yah!

Love conquers death, Supay.

And -- and that's a metaphor I made up.

Hee-yah!

We all have our metaphors, sportsman.

My dances are a metaphor for life and death

and the boogie-woogie in between, which is sex.

But your dances have caused real death, haven't they?

Sex. Even in your younger days.

Death.

Look at me in my big, sexy eyes.

[ Echoing ] Dance. Supay.

Conquistador. Tennis.

Boogie.

Death. High school.

Teens. Death.

[ Bell rings ]

Bucket: Makasu-senpai, the handsomest and coolest boy

at All Star Supotsu Academy.

I've had a crush on him for years,

but he probably doesn't even know that I exist.

Huh. Uhh.

Oh, no! Watch out!

I'm sorry. I was distracted.

Don't worry about it, Bucket.

I always hit my head against things always every day.

See ya.

You -- you know my name?

Yeah, you silly dummy.

I've known you since we were 6 years old.

Also your name is written on your shorts

for when I forget.

Uhh.

-Hey, Bucket. -Huh?

Bucket. Is everything okay? Huh?

It's not like you to play so poorly.

You seem distracted.

I -- I promise it won't happen again.

I want to do my best.

As long as it doesn't happen tomorrow during the final exam

for shot-put class. Let's all do our...

Both: ...best!

Yeah!

[ Bell rings ]

Hey, Makasu.

I'm really proud of the way you've been throwing

those bocce balls.

Yeah, Mr. Bocce Ball.

You sure know the most about bocce.

It's great to hear your validation

of all my playing with the bocceno.

I love it.

Those little boccenos. They're awesome.

Mr. Bocceno, you sure know the most about everything.

You know, every time I see you, Makasu,

I just forget who I am.

♪♪

[ Mumbling ]

Bucket.

I know we've never spoken or interacted before today,

but I just want you to know, I need you in my life, Bucket.

I need that beautiful body

and, more importantly, your smart brain.

What do you say?

Let's move in together immediately as high schoolers

in the same apartment in love.

My mommy also has a magazine full of vibrators

I can get you. Uh, uh, uh...

Makasu-senpai, yes!

1,000 times, yes!

See you later, Bucket!

Don't make any mistakes tomorrow, you idiot.

Huh.

No. No more distractions.

Father, mother, I won't let you down.

I will do my best to make you proud,

and I will do my best so that Makasu-senpai will love me.

Father?

I am home from school.

Bucket, how was school?

School was fine, father.

Do you need help with tires?

No, Bucket.

Do not soil your shot put fingers

on these old and damaged tires.

I am but a simple tire repairman.

Let me tend to them.

Daddy is almost finished repairing

these broken and damaged tires.

Would you begin preparing dinner?

♪ This is my cooking song

♪ Cooking for Dad every night ♪

Father, dinner is ready.

Daddy is still working.

It's taking longer than I thought.

Please, allow me to help.

No. I couldn't.

Please, save your talented fingers for shot put.

We spent a lot of money for you

to go to that big sports school.

It's alright, father.

Let me help like when I was little.

The only way to properly repair a tire

is to remove the damaged material,

fill the void with rubber,

and seal the inner liner with our repair unit.

A plug or patch by itself is not a acceptable repair.

The plug or patch does not fill the void

left by the penetrating object.

The tire will start to corrode the steel belts.

Not all tires can be repaired.

When tires are repaired improperly,

the results can be deadly.

I hope Father can make it to my final shot-put exam tomorrow.

Good luck with the final shot-put exam tomorrow.

I'm sorry Daddy is too busy to make it.

Your mother would be so proud if she were still alive.

She was the anchor for her school's team.

Because of her skill, her team won every match.

I know that her beautiful spirit

will be watching over you.

I will do my best to make both of you...

proud.

I am but a simple tire repairman,

but knowing that you are a talented shot-put girl

like your mother fills me with...

pride.

Oh, no. I'm going to be late.

Why would Makasu-senpai want to hang out

in that empty classroom?

[ Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! ]

[ Moaning ]

Oh, yeah. Hmm, Bocini.

Oh, no.

[ Panting ]

Where is Bucket?

The exam begins in 15 minutes,

and we can't have our anchor fail out of school.

Is everything alright? You look upset.

I'm fine. I can do this.

I won't let you down.

I will do my best.

Bucket: [ To herself ] Don't think about it, Bucket.

You should have known you never had a chance.

You're not sexy and rugged and Italian

like the bocce ball teacher.

You're just a little, nubile, slender-fingered shot-put slut.

Just focus on the game, Bucket, and make your mother proud.

Ha!

[ Whistle blows ]

Man: You suck at shot put.

Bucket, can you do this?

We can't have you flunk.

You're making a fool of the whole class!

Father, you made it for me.

I can do it. I promise. Huh!

[ Whistle blows ]

Hey, look, it's Bucket. Hey, Bucket.

Don't screw up at the shot-put test

or you'll be expelled from school forever, Bucket.

[ Panting ]

Ha! Ha!

Go, Bucket! I love --

Oh, my eye!

Whoopsie, I killed my dad

because I was distracted by Makasu.

Narrator: "Gammeu Setto Machu Picchu"

[ Wind howling ]

Damn it!

Line up, boys. Let me get a good luck at you.

[ To himself ] Yeah, that's a good-looking

set of boys we got this year.

Surely All Supotsu Sports Academy for All Sports

will make finals and win that big tennis trophy.

And maybe I'll finally get that big promotion.

Plus I still have my secret weapon,

the talented all-star sports boy...

[ Echoing ] Makasu!

Where's that Makasu, anyways?

[ Groaning ]

Makasu?

Makasu, what's wrong? Are you injured?

Can I get you any blue sports drink?

[ Groaning continues ]

Oh!

Oh!

Makasu.

Oh.

[ Crying ] It's my grandfather.

He was wounded in a rac-quet-ball accident

at the rac-quet court.

Ooh! I was there.

And I blame myself.

And now I have emotional pain.

[ Crying ]

And it's my fault

and my emotional pain is...

[ Mumbling ]

I've got a lot of emotional pain right now.

I'm -- I'm gonna...

Aah!

Ooh!

Ay yi yi yi.

No, he's running away!

Oh!

Makasu -- he had so much potential.

How could you drop out of this tennis program

so suddenly like this?

[ Crying ]

Damn it!

M-- Makasu, wait!

Please don't do this!

We can talk about it.

I'm sure after some therapy, you'll be fine.

No, you don't understand.

Makasu, let's go here.

Huh?

You've been on thin ice lately.

The whole tennis program has.

Haven't won a match in four years.

And we're a goddamn sports academy!

I know, sir.

And now I hear a student -- no, not just a student,

but a third year with all S grades

throughout his time here at Supotsu All Academy --

he's run out of your class, topless and sobbing?

Uh, sir, he --I won't hear it.

Fix your shit, piss pants.

Poor Makasu!

I was so focused on my own pain,

the tournament, the big trophy...

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Thunder rumbling ]

...the promotion.

[ Crying ]

As -- as a teacher,

I should be there for my students

when they're at their worst.

[ Tires screeching ]

What's wrong with me?

♪♪

♪♪

Ha! Time Devils!

Let's grab his papers!

I've got it! Aah!

My American football term paper

for American Football Term Paper class!

Stop, you pestilent Time Devils.

Leave the boy alone!

Oh, my God. It's him.

It's that man.

He's told us to stop.

Ahh. The power of time!

[ Gibberish ]

Whew-wee.

That takes care of that.

Goblin: I am the helpful custodian of All-Sportsu.

I also work fighting against Time Devils

who like to mess with time.

My name is...

Time Lord Tim.

I am the custodian of time space,

and this is my Time Piece Puzzle.

It allows me to control and harness the power of time.

Now run along.

Back to sports class with you.

You wouldn't want to be late with that term paper,

would you, my good boy?

Well... Gee, thank you, mister.

I am the friendly custodian of All Supotsu Sports Academy

for Sports Students.

It brings me such joy to help these fine young students

in any way that I can,

be it defending them from mischievous Time Devils

or cleaning up after their dirty accidents.

That is my job. I must do it. I love them.

All with the help of my Time Piece Puzzle,

a great and powerful artifact

that I received such a long time ago.

I won the Time Piece Puzzle from a giant grandfather clock

in the great battle that lasted for just a single moment

and all of eternity, all at once.

[ Bell rings ]

Ugh, so dehydrated.

You know what they say.

As soon as one mess is cleaned up,

another one takes its place.

Don't you worry because worry not.

I control the power of time.

Uh-huh. I'll clean it.

Right in the hole where pies ago.

You fool! What have you done?

This is no laughing matter.

Your actions will have dreadful consequences.

Oh, no!

[ Time Devils laughing ]

I've got fingers!

No. Please!

Makasu, help!

He's going to scramble my eggs. Ow.

We're going to put you through puberty

until you barf your genitals, Tim!

Ohh! My brains! Ow! My gentils!

Get away from that weird-looking janitor,

you demon bastards!

Hyo. Hyo.

Hyo. Hyo. Hyo.

Weird little man. Are you okay?

I warned you, Makasu.

These events will have cosmic consequences.

And now, because of you,

my teen gentils are fused to my brain.

Ooh. I'm a mess.

I'm a big mess, and no one will clean me.

Agh.

And now I'm dead.

Ah, wow.

Oh, boy.

[ Bell rings ]

I had fun being your soccer partner.

Those were some great kicks.

Bye, everybody!

I had a lot of fun playing soccer today.

Well, well, well.

What do we have here?[ Gasps ]

Looks like two beautiful young men

with frosted tips and pockets.

[ Shuddering ] Who are you?

Allow me to introduce myself.

I go to the nearby public school,

and I want you to hand over all of your valuables.

You bully!

Have a taste of my ultimate technique!

[ Echoing ] Electric Scorpion Kick!

Hi-yah!

Foul!

Witness now my ultimate technique.

Instead of wasting my time with useless training drills

and team-building exercises,

I combined the ancient art of tattooing using henna dye

prepared from the Egyptian privet plant

with the modern science of steroid technologies,

generating these.

My hennaroids!

Hey! No fair!

That's cheating!

All you little academy kids,

running around kicking

your own spotted pentagon balls.

It makes me sick.

Now arm wrestling.

That's a real sport.

Ooh. Ow, ow, ow.

You. You're the bully

targeting my fellow students

at the All Supotsu Academy.

You're showing bad supotsu-manship.

If you're going to arm wrestle anyone, bully,

arm wrestle me.

You wish to challenge me?

[ Laughing ]

So be it.

You see now, Makasu?

You cannot beat me.

I possess the ancient Egyptian power of arm wrestling.

Your sports cannot save you now.

You underestimate the power

of modern regulation sports.

[ Yelling ]

I don't know how this is happening.

You have bested me in an honorable way.

I guess being a bully isn't how --

I will now strip you of your power.

No.

And your money.

And also their money.

Hey, ma. I'm back early.

My bullying got cut short.

No. No. Run away.

Hey.

Don't try nothing, you stupid noodle-armed little punk.

Mother.

Nooo!

[ Gunshot ]

If only I hadn't come home early.

If only I didn't have these noodle arms.

This is all your fault.

Akari: When I was a girl, I wanted to be a secretary.

My mother and I would often visit a simple countryside

rice porridge eatery.

The taste of the rice porridge they served

always brought me joy.

When I grow up, I want to be a secretary.

Sorry, honey, but you're too plain-looking

to be a secretary.

Aw.

Why don't you sell some flowers

so no one has to look at your face?

They're distracted by the flowers,

and not your ugly face.

Mmm!

Shut up. Mommy's eating.

So I hid my plain face behind the beautiful blossoms

of my flowers.

I would return to the rice porridge restaurant every year,

even after my mother passed.

Mommy, why is that woman so plain?

Shh. I told you.

Don't look at plain-looking women.

They're different.

Thanks for the flowers. Have a nice day.

Years passed until one day I met a handsome young stranger

at the same simple country eatery.

He was foreign, a tourist.

After lunch, he insisted on coming back with me to my cart.

Man 2: There are so many flowers here.

I can't decide on which ones to buy.

Which flowers do you like the most?

M-- me, sir?

Yes. You.

Well, I've always admired the beautiful red carnation.

Ah. Of course.

They are striking.

The red carnations it is, then.

No. Keep them.

They suit you.

Soon I became his bride,

and on my wedding day,

I carried red carnations.

It's like a little flower.

You're like a little flower.

Every day, I made my husband

the same rice porridge from my childhood.

Every day, I hid my plain face behind the flowers in my cart.

I have found peace in the simple way I live my life.

Ooh! Stop!

I must buy all your plants!

Here's all my money!

Oh, my! Thank you, sir!

I'm running in place to burn calories.

Have a nice day!

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Men moaning ]

Oh, yeah. Oh.

Oh, we're making out.

Oh, Italian! Ah, ooh!

Beautiful. Like a red carnation.

Bocce instructor: Smells like -- mmm.

Smells like rice porridge.

I hate when you interrupt our sex for porridge.

My God. She caught me having an affair

with my student and killed herself

and made herself into rice porridge.

My God! She's a rice porridge!

No! No! No!

Can't believe...it.

Ahahuhuhahaahhhh.

[ Crying ]

Stop crying! Ignore the guilt!

They're all dead 'cause of me!

But, Makasu... No.

You can't let this get to you.

I told you, God damn it, don't let Supay get to you!

[ Laughs ]

Looks like the little sportsman is out of commission.

Too bad his big, bad journey had to end so soon.

No!

I'm a second-degree murderer in the cosmic degree

and a first-degree murderer of gods.

But I've always been murdering since the beginning.

Everyone, I'm a murder man,

not a sportsman.

No. No. No. No.

No one can resist the guilt of the projections

of the knowledge of death

that the god of death has projected into their mind

with his big, beautiful, sexy eyes.

Ahh.

Uh, 15-15.

Aw, gosh.

He's just going to easily score points

if you lie down like that.

I don't deserve to win.

Supay!

You think you can just drain this sportsman tennis boy

of all his power and energy with guilt?

Think?! You boogie woogie bubble butt.

I just did!

30-15.

So cocky, so damn proud

of your mind tricks and your big eyes.

They're big and sexy eyes, damn it! Hyah!

Sorry. Ooh la la.

Makasu is better than your guilt,

your brainwashing,

your boogie-woogie dancing antics.

You're the bumble-butt boogie woogie --

I just said you were. Hyah!

But the truth is...

you're ashamed, Supay. Hyah!

Ashamed of your tiny, real tiny,

just small, tiny eyes!

Ooh! No.

My big, beautiful, sexy eyes.

Ohhh.

Oooh.

I'm becoming ugly, small bones.

Bones.

Wow. You defeated him by destroying his m--

fake eyes and revealing his tiny, real tiny,

just small, tiny eyes.

Chirp chirp.

Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear?

Hmm, chirp?You're snuggling me now,

even though I was acting like a real man's brown Starburst.

You've lived your life ignoring most consequences,

and all I ask, all I've ever asked,

is to take those moments of guilt, of emotion,

and forget them.

Move past them.

No one else matters.

It's true.

Ever since my grandfather lost his mind,

I've gone numb to the world, but you're saying...

I should be numb?

That no one else matters?

Except for me, helping you in tennis.

These are your most important sports fights yet.

Chirp.

Hey, I'm in the cuddle puddle, too.

What a weird way for this tennis match to end.

Narrator: Within "tennis", there is an "I".

Eye translated to Quechua is Nawi.

I like to think of it as the soul hole.

You have the cornelius which produces tears,

the iris which surrounds the main sphere,

the receptor grid with rods and cones lining the perimeter,

the fovic mass, and of course the color torus.

If people have less rods than cones,

they may see more angular shapes.

If people have more cones than rods,

they see more spherical shapes.

With your eyes, you can fixate on an object

to absorb the color spectrum known as red through violet.

People ask what colors the eye can see,

but the question should be what colors can the eyes be?

Purple, sea foam, copper, pubus, and green.

Soul, souls, souls, souls,

purpose of the eye is to seek the soul, soul,

the purpose of the eye is to seek the soul, soul soul,

to see -- to see,

the sole purpose of the eye is to see --

the sole purpose of the eye is to see the window --

the sole purpose of the eye

is to see the window of the soul...

The windows, the windows the windows...

Eye, eye, eye, eye...

Chair Umpire: Do not panic

if suddenly your eyes give out in a bout

of tremor or panic.

Ugh.

Because an impression of an eye

can be made and saved and bought and taught.

Feel the weight of your eyes, feel the weight of your eyelid,

now let your eyelid slide,

now place your eyelid over your eye, crying.

Do you cry? Open your eyes.

Of all the senses, sight is the third most visual.

We have two eyes.

We have two eyes. We have two eyes.

In order to see. In order to see.

In order to see what is before us.

See what is before us. See what is before us.

Reflections, refractions refracting

off refractions.

The center of the iris, what you may not know of the iris,

two eyes is that we have a third eye.

Sight.

Sight is the third most visual sight.

Visual sight. Visual sight.

Visual sight.

Visual center of the eye.

Third eye. Third eye. Third eye.

Iris. Iris. Iris. Iris.

Iris. Iris. Iris. Iris.

Iris. Iris. Iris. Iris.

Iris. Iris. Iris. Iris.

Iris...

pect you.

The God of Tennis teaches Makasu

to suppress guilt with the power of alcohol,

but they're ambushed by Khan, god of the wind,

and his surprise friend, Kataquill, god of thunder.

Can Makasu deal with a doubles tennis match on his own?

Tune in next year

for "Gammeu Setto Machu Picchu Chapter 4:

Break Point".

♪♪

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Narrator: Makasu is no match for the god of death, Supay.

Look into my big sexy eyes, Makasu.

They're super duper sexy.

Take off Supay's sexy eyes to reveal his hidden creepy eyes.

Outer space Makasu action figure

including a box of freeze-dried ice cream and --

Hi, Makasu.

♪♪

Hi, Makasu. It's good to see you.

Bucket's father has ball-shooting action.

Be careful. My grandfather had a nail

shoot through his eye when he was hammering.

It's about time...

I showed up as an action figure.

Time Lord Tim manipulates time

with his puzzle piece-spinning belt.

Finally, you can erase all those mistakes

you made in junior college.

Holy crap! It's Paint Brush Makasu!

Now I can paint any tennis opponent into a corner.

Hey, Makasu!

Get ready for a beating with my big muscle arms!

Check out these gnarly tats, bruh.

The Bully covered in tattoos that g-- g-- g--

glow in the dark!

Radical!

Hey, I'ma here to teach you how to play bocce ball!

Italian bocce ball instructor!

[ Screaming ]

[ Screaming continues ]

"Gammeu Setto Machu Picchu" action figures and play sets.

My name is Makasu, and I'm an international sportsman

and religious relic thief.

You might have heard of my heists

and my famous abilities in sports.

I always travel with my servant,

Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear,

who lives in my back pocket dimension.

My most recent quest involves challenging all the Incan Gods

to tennis for the treasure of South America.

On this journey I actually met the French God of tennis,

friends with these Incan Gods,

who's been helping me put them all to rest,

and thus kill them after defeating them at tennis.

A little while ago, Supay, the God of death and a trickster,

flooded my mind with guilty memories.

And now, I don't feel so good.

Makasu? Do you still not feel so good?

I'm trying hard to forget my feelings,

like you said, but the memories are lingering.

Uku Pacha may be behind us, God of Tennis.

But I'm still here. In my head.

Let me try to be better at helping you.

There's an old French fable by Jean de la Frompe

about an old worm and an old rat.

I'm going to tell it to you now.

♪♪

Whatever could that strange sound be?

Oh, a worm! You gave me a fright.

Damn! Are you digging a hole?!

I was until you came bursting in!

I only burst through because

I was just so excited to see you, dear.

I have wonderful news!

Is it news about how helping me fill my hole?

No! I was just at the Font a le Bean's table junction,

and I heard mutterings among the folks there

that there is to be a contest!

And I think you and I have a great chance of winning it!

Ooh, ooh! What is the contest?

We simply have to guess at the day of the first rain of winter!

And if we guess correctly we will win the prize!

And what is the prize?

It seems that the vermin holding the contest want

to keep it a secret.

Oh, a secret prize?

Go away, Old Worm!

I'm not going through all the hassle of entering a contest

when I don't even know what the prize is in the first place.

But we have an advantage, Old Rat, my dear.

And what is that?

Your old bones!

My old bones?Your old bones!

Ahh, how my old bones possibly gonna know when it's gonna rain?

Old Rat, you know as well as I do

that you can always tell when it is going to rain

because your old bones always ache.

Ah, old worm, my old bones they only ache,

when it's about to rain and the first rain is in winter

and it is fall.

I did not think about that.

Oh, Worm, you don't -- you don't think about anything.

Even so.

Oh, Worm, don't be so down and out.

I think I got an idea.

♪♪

Oh, my old bones!Are they aching?

Yeah, they are, but it's too early for the first rain!

Oh, let us run down to the guessing booth!

Perhaps we can make it in time!

Okay!

We have a new guess from when its gonna rain.

It's today!

Oh, is that so?

That is very silly.

It is still fall.

We would like to submit our guess.

If you insist.

♪♪

What's next then? Did it rain?

Was the rat right? What happened?

What's important isn't whether or not they were right,

but that they had a journey together that day

and shared fashion hats.

Be in the moment, not in the past.

Every moment is beautiful.

Wow, like when I waited in line at Cobie City Electronics

for the new Cobie game cream

and they didn't make enough, so no one got any.

Wow. But hanging out in line?

That's an experience I never wanna forget.

It's not the results --

except also I wanna get the treasure of South America.

I also have one other way to help deal

with your guilt and memories.

It's this building called Bar, where they serve alcohol drinks.

[ Man singing in Japanese ]

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♪♪

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I regret not buying a house years ago,

when it was a buyer's market.

I regret not apologizing to my mother years ago,

when she was still alive.

I regret letting my marriage fall apart years ago,

when I worked too much.

It's a good thing we're taking a break at this bar

to learn about erasing regrets with alcohol.

Now I understand why my dad always told me

he drank to forget.

Ah, mmm -- because it works!

Yes, it helps.

Drink.All: Drink.

I'll get the next round.

I have some regrets to share.

But you're put together and have a red hat!

What regrets could a person like you

possibly have if you've got that kind of hat?

I don't want to talk about mine just yet.

Let's hear about yours first.

Bartender! Your finest whiskey.

Oh.Time to spill.

It was a blue house with a red door.

I wish my indecisiveness let me buy it sooner.

It was a stupid argument about loans.

I wish I told her I didn't need to borrow her money.

I wish I told my mother I loved her.

It wasn't my fault for being unfaithful.

I wish I never got caught.

I wish I never had a secretary.

I wish I had a prettier wife.

Why did this have to happen to me?

Ahh, yes! Wonderful.

And you, child?

[ Slurping ]

It's fitting you ask in a way.

♪♪

Just recently an Incan god of death

tried to fill me with regret,

shaming me for my hyper-sexual past

and for the people I killed indirectly.

But thankfully, my friend the God of Tennis

brought me here and taught me how to neuter these feelings

with booze!

That's not a real regret!

You better give me what I want or else.

I like these.

Can I have another one of these? I like them.

I am the Regret Demon

and I will feast on your past mistakes!

Now speak, you pathetic human, or I will kill you!

Sorry, but my only regret now

is that it took me so long to discover whiskey.

Whiskey is delicious!

I wasn't much of a drinker before.

I'd only drink socially, you know, just to fit in.

But, man, this whiskey stuff, it tastes like wood.

Ugh!

I guess I don't have regrets, either.

Ugh!

I guess my regret is pointless anyways.

Ugh!

I guess my regret

teaches me to be a better person!

Noooooooooo!

The truth is, Makasu, I knew the Regret Demon would be here

and I knew that you were vulnerable and weak after Supay.

But I knew that you could also take the lessons from the fable

about the Old Rat and Worm from Jean de la Frompe.

You know what, God of Tennis?

Let's all dance!

♪♪

Yeah, ha-ha!

Running.

[ Snorts ]

I'm very hungover.

With all you've accomplished I sometimes

forget your mortal stamina for alcohol.

I'm fine with having two beers

and then feeling all funny inside.

But now I feel like making bottom throw up.

Aww, Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear

does a little puke, just like in the movies -- Hollywood!

[ Chirp ]You're right.

It's good to be out of Uchu Pacha

and be here, among the fresh air.

The pacha are distinct, separate worlds,

but as we've seen, they are connected through passageways.

Such as the mountainous Under Andes

we took to spring cave that led us to the Supay.

Ow -- bleh!

Oh, you stupid flying bear.

Everyone knows that quinoa grain map tastes

just like normal quinoa, which is a bad taste.

Makasu, please.

Don't shit all over the food of this country

while I'm explaining a diagram of the different

planes of existence in the Incan cosmos.

[ Flatulence ] I can't help but dump poo

all over the local tubers and flora.

He's right. I shouldn't try and change him.

Some men just dump poo all over local tubers and flora.

I can't help but dumpu.

Whoa?!Huh!

Aahhh.

What is this? Hold on, wait, let me pull up my pants real quick.

What is this wind that's brewing?

Oh! Uh oh!

Everybody!

Whoap!

Gotta avoid this male defecate!

Whoa, the chair umpire almost rolled into my brown dumpu!

Chair Umpire!

Sorry to blow in with the wind.

[ Laughs ] Very funny to me.

Okay, listen.

Your wildest challenge is yet about to c--occur!

Is yet about to occur.

Uh-oh.Makasu!

The chair umpire means to tell us

our journey is being interrupted by Kon.

Ron!

[ Chirp ]No, Ron! Ron!

Kon! With a K!

Ron!Kon!

[ Grunting ]

My hair's going everywhere, like a big pork.

Ah, kick! Kick! Kick!

♪♪

-Fwah! -Ron!

Kon! Kon! Kon!Nope.

Kon, like Kon-traceptive. Kon!

That's right, Kon, the boy wind god,

is here for tennis.

I blow wind up your ass. [ Laughs ]

Very funny.

♪♪

Oowee.

Makasu the sportsman.

Now he's playin' tennis with that wind god O'Kon.

You know the wind been pretty foolishly strong lately.

The wind blew too much,

I don't think I can have my little campfire here.

He'd blow it right out, blow it right over.

Fire go flying down the road.

Wind can do all kinda things.

Oh, for instance last week, the wind blew so hard,

it blew all the dirt right off my old dog's back,

and down the tip of the tail and right off.

I didn't even have to give him a bath the next day.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

That old wind is not gonna blow me away

or my toasty campfire tonight.

Whoa!

What Mr. Wind blew in now?

Looks like a short animated classic of Makasu.

Eight years ago and I'll take it too, you know why?

'Cause we been so down and out lately and feeling sad,

I think something sweet and cheerful like this

might be a good break.

From the old hypermasculinity of sport.

[ Beeping ]

Go on in there little feller.

[ Beeping ]

Makasu Quick Sports Memory.

♪♪

The facts are this, Rivers.

We know Makasu is battling the gods of Slavic paganism,

and that's the only facts we have.

I'm sorry we don't have more facts.

The chill of the wind here, snow...

It's all beautiful.

Your wife and your son should be at the safe house now.

I-I'm sure you're used to the drill.

Yeah, two years I've been after this guy.

It's been tough, but I feel like we all enjoy the excuse

to see the world.

It's a struggle for Sonia, my wife, sometimes,

but she is doing her best to be able to work from home.

You know? I really look up to you.

Oh, my piss.Yeah-ah!

Formula One racecar! Nice!

Ugh, Bendy Rivers, my nemesis.

That is a Formula One racer.

Luckily the old fool doesn't yet realize

the favorite sport of the Slavic deities

is Formula One racing and that that racer is my racer

from beating them all in Formula One racing.

Besides, I've already defeated Ognebog, the fire god,

and took Pakobhhk, the herb that unlocks

and opens everything locked or closed.

They say that only tortoises can recognize it.

Whoa.

Hello, everyone, at Cobie City Speedway!

My name is Cobie,

and I am the CEO of Cobie City Electronics.

You may recognize me as one of the most eligible bachelors

in this month's DVD+R Magazine,

and I pioneered this state-of-the-art

Cobie 360 jumbotron.

It's 3-D, and it's 360 degrees.

Look at it move.

This is a gorgeous day

for the highly anticipated race between Makasu,

the sportsman who cannot be defeated,

and Ognebog, the fire god

of Slavic pagan mythology and folklore,

whose flames may very well consume Makasu today.

One thing that the fire cannot consume

is the fire-resistant Cobie Coob Brick,

a wireless 8k streaming device,

available for sale at vendors across the speedway.

Makasu, you will know defeat

when you feel the full power of my 45 degrees.

45 degrees Celsius?

What's that in Fahrenheit?

78? Ooh, 78.

Today will be the last sporting event of your pathetic life.

Ognebog, the fire god, this is hot.

Ooh, 78.

Whoa.

Look at their heated exchange and look at their tires.

So thick!

If you would like to make your own tires this big

and never have a flat tire again,

look under your seats for the 10% off coupon

of a Cobie Tire Inflater, on sale now!

And look in the sky!

Bobcat Dylan, the Cobie City Hang Glider Expert

and Advertiser.

Doesn't he seem excited about our new inflaters?

Now look in the stands.

It's Triple Trout, our Cobie City Spokes-fish,

selling inflaters whenever you want one.

Audience: Triple Trout, we love you!

And now, here's a quick video I made to advertise

the Tire Inflater to you.

Whoa. Slow down!

It looks like you have a flat tire.

I'll inflate it.

I just need the last four digits of your Social

to unlock the tire.

Go ahead, and I'll enter them

on the keypad below when you're ready.

Thanks for the digits.

You're good to go.

[ Air hissing ]

Hello. I'm Bobcat Dylan,

official hang glider of Cobie City marketing.

And I'm Triple Trout,

the official spokes-trout of Cobie City.

You should buy a tire inflater.

They're not that expensive and they work.

You can't blow your own tires.

Cobie City Electronics.

Have we leaked the tires of every car

in parking lot, Kiwi?

We have deflated all the tires in the lot.

We anticipate record sales.

Yeah? That's great!

What a delight!

Cobie, what an electronics mogul.

And to be here at his raceway.

You know, Ognebog, I've got all of his products.

I've got the Cobie Branch,

I got the Cobie Ear Muffys,

the Cobie Smart Freeze.

I've been saving up for Cobie electronics

since I was 14 years old when I was back in high school.

And I was packing bags, at the paper bag store.

Shut up, capitalist scum!

Capitalist scum? Is that the new MP3 player?

Racers!

On your mark!

Get set! Go!

Goodbye, goodbye!Huh?

Oh. Ah.

My tires deflated!

We even drained Makasu's tires?

It wasn't supposed to happen, but we can fix it.

We can sell Makasu a tire inflater.

It'll look great for our brand.

Yes! Our tire inflater is his only hope.

I like your thinking.

Ahem, everyone, everyone!

If you need a Tire Inflator,

don't forget the Cobie City mascot Triple Trout

is perusing the stands now, selling them from his basket.

How many have we sold, Triple Trout?

We sold three!

Listen to this song!

Isn't it catchy?

I remixed it with the sound of my own leaking tires.

You've heard of EDM music.

What do you think about ETM, electronic tire music?

It's catchy, right?

Triple Trout has a tire inflater for sale in the a-- here?

Looks like I'll be spending my money here in Serbia,

helping their economy.

I need that Cobie Tire Inflater!

[ Engine revving ]

Trout man, I need a rip of your inflater.

No cash. We need a bank card or a Cobie Currency Card.

I'm in the middle of a race!

Come on, Triple Trout, your boy only got this much paper money.

Hey, man, we need a card with some valid information on it.

It's for security reasons.

I'm not trying to take your identity or anything.

I'm not an identity thief!

No way, man.Thank you very much.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Come back here.

Here we go.

Now I'm off. I'm off.

Hey, I think that trout stole my identity!

♪♪

Aahh! Meeit!

Sesuki.

Aah. Thanks a lot, comrades!

Huh?

Oh, I love vanilla ice cream sandwiches

in those soggy brown cookies.

I will your melt ice-cream sandwich.

[ Speaking foreign language ]

Oh, no. My ice-cream sandwich

is doing a melt all over my pants.

And it's very sticky and messy.

Oh, gosh.

It's a sticky and messy race now.

Ahh! Ugh!

Ahhh!

Dear Makasu, the flames will consume you here in Serbia.

♪♪

Aah!

Send me a postcard from wherever it is

you Slavic gods go to lose, Ognebog.

I love collecting postcards.

[ Crash ]

What? No way!

Surprise, surprise, little boy.

It won't be that easy.

Tiny dancer, you have reached the end

of the yellow brick road, Makasu.

[ Grunting ] I'm uusing my tire inflater.

I-It's my last hope.

Uh, ah.

Gotta use the inflater.

Uh-uah.

Wouldn't it be nice to buy a tire inflater?

Hey, Bobcat!

Let's finish this!

Cobie Electronics has two mascots.

One is a trout, and one is a flying man.

The trout is meant to connect with teenagers.

The flying man is meant to connect with horny rude wives.

Women were not satisfied by their husbands,

so they think of the flying man

and think that he'll take them away.

[ Engine revving ]

♪♪

This will not be the last that you see of me, Makasu.

Dasvidaniya! -What a race!

Congratulations, Makasu!

I may have one a race against a god of fire today, Ognebog,

whom I have defeated in Formula One racing

in order to get this, Pakobhhk,

the herb that opens everything locked or closed.

But I think I realized something even more important,

ladies and gentleman.

Maybe the gods of today are closer than we think.

Cobie, your amazing products are in all of our homes,

listening to every word we say.

Fire, who needs fire today?

Who has a fireplace?

And in a way, is this man not more of a god

than this obsolete charred dust person

Ognefer-fer-- That's something to think about.

That's a theme, I think.

That's an idea.

And I don't think anyone's written about it.

I'm going to the shower room of lockers and rinse myself off.

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Sometimes I wonder if just filling up

this back pocket dimension with stuff is burying myself

in my own metaphorical isolation.

But then I remember I'm in my early 20s

and I don't have time to worry about anything.

But maybe then also do I wonder if I actually want a friend.

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[ Knocking at door ]

Huh? Oh, cool, a box.

[ Grunting ]

Dang it.

Duh, Pakobhhk.

Whoa! Oh, sick!

My Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear slave came in the mail.

Who needs friends when you have media

and an unpaid intern animal bear flying in your back pocket?

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Here are all the identities I stole.

Thank you, Triple Trout.

We will add all of these identities to the newsletter,

and we'll finally achieve diamond status.

Hey, I think my tire inflater broke.

Come on, guys, let's get outta here.

Can you actually fly with all of us on this hang glider?

Yeah. I trust the wind!

[ Harmonica notes playing ]

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Diamond status.

That may or may not offer insight into our characters

or the events at hand or even the -- the themes of --

of wind and, well, the way it blows by.

I do know we don't have much time

'cause this life is mighty short,

and the way that wind will sneak up

on you and blow around the corner

a good thing or not a cocoon laying up on the windowsill.

'Cause then we might just tumble off,

and next thing you know we're going to a party

but now just a big pile of yellow goop on the ground.

Well, let's see.

Uh, let me get back on track.

Uh, why don't we, uh, just follow that wind

and check back up on Makasu

and his tennis match with the Incan god Kon.

I-I-I think it's been 8 years now.

Take caution, Makasu.

Kon is the only child of Inti,

the Incan Sun God, and Mama Killa, the moon.

Through his gradual mental decline over the years

Kon has become a pompous, wind-filled monster,

who also benefits from many years of private tennis lessons.

He may have the body of a child,

but he has the strength of an average man.

Guh!

Kon, you may have the power of a thousand winds,

but you stink real bad,

like someone spilled beer on a lost dog.

Like young hormones and the inside of an artichoke.

Aah.

You think you have the skills to defeat me, mortal?

Let's see what you can do.

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I hit balls!

Impressive.

You will be an excellent challenge.

Destroying the others must have been good practice.

But I'm a whole different game.

Fat chance, you small little freak.

The game hasn't changed.

Last time I checked, it's still the game of tennis.

Nasty boy hate stare!

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Huh?! Rain?

Was that old rat right?

Looks like we're in for some nasty weather.

Perhaps you should rethink this, mortal.

Incan rainstorms are unlike any other.

Forfeit this match and go back to the puddle of mud

you grew out of.

If I can handle Mama Cocha's water balls and waves,

I can handle your light pruning, Kon.

Maybe you're the one who's getting tired.

Just a little winded.

Ugh, my fingers and whole body --

so raisin-y.

Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear!

[ Chirp ]Get me my windbreaker!

To counter this wind I need no ordinary artifact,

but rather a personal artifact!

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The hand-me-down windbreaker from my grandfather.

Grandfather!

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Looks like your emotional instability

will be your downfall. Hunh!

You! Nasty boy hate stare!

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You do have anger that scars the heavens, human.

Heh, yeah.Oh, no.

Has Kon created a gash in the heavens

just small enough to allow?

We heard you've been doing tennis murders, man.

That's not cool, man.

Catequil's particular dementia involves him

saying the word "man" a lot.

Man, thanks for opening that brief Pacha Gash for me

to slip through and give you big swipe tennis slices, man.

Let's suffocate this creep with the very air he breathes.

Huh!Man, that sounds chill, Man.

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Ugh.

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Two people at tennis for doubles.

How can I even manage?

They're just hovering there, aware of their lead, taunting.

[ Tennis ball bouncing ]

Phuah!Uh!

Ugh!

Ow! Ugh!

You simply don't have the power to even stand against me.

It's almost a good thing Catequil is here.

Man, I'm the life of the party, man!

I've done everything.

Like I kissed three chicks in one night.

Ca-caw!Ouch, big rocks.

Hip lunge boast!

Ooh!

Ow! Ow!

They're playing with my body like a limp rag doll of a man.

Earlier when I said I wasn't any good at tennis, I was correct.

I knew I wasn't any good at tennis.

If you can't even defeat me, how do you plan to stay alive

against my mother and father? -Shut up!

They'd smash you where you stand.

You pulled a trick on him, Kon.

You started a doubles tennis.

So? You're not my father!

Fwah!

Fwah!Fwah!

Fwah!What?

He resists my God Wind Fwah Fwah?

It's -- It's true. You did break the rules.

I was a little nervous to talk about it, uh,

even though it's my job.

That damn chair!

Always nervous!

[ Whistle screeches ]

Man!

Man!Ugh!

This whistling!

I have done my whistling.

I now will make a ruling.

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Nothing will change.

What?The ma--

The mortal is gonna fight the gods as an individual

and then they can play as two.

-What? -But, Chair, that is not fair.

Sir, they don't call me the Fair Chair.

They call me the Chair Umpire, which doesn't even rhyme.

That damn chair.

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I'm sorry, Makasu. You were brilliant.

You took down Ekeko, Mama Cocha, Urcuchillay, Supay.

I don't stand a chance as an individual.

May I kiss you?

No, sometimes I don't like intimacy when I'm stressed.

Wait! Intimacy!

We've touched so many times, God of Tennis.

We've held wrists and arms and floated together.

You've been there, talking in my face

and being sweet over and over again.

Tell me. Have you felt it?Felt what?

That we could, just one time,

use our powers of friendly intimacy

to merge our bodies together to create

one even more powerful ultra individual.

Ultra individual amazing?

It's dangerous, but I feel like if we risk it

this one specific time, we can have an exciting moment

and we can get the infusion of sports

and tennis abilities that we need.

-Chair? -I'm nervous again.

Today is just, like, kind of an off day for me.

And I've just been like, really in my own head.

That damn chair. Always nervous.

Umm. Yeah, you know what?

Actually, sure, just go for it.

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Are you ready?

As ready as I'll ever be.

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Uhhhh.

[ Gurgling ]

I really hope they die doing that.

It would be a real load off of my back, man.

Tennis is just quite a lot of energy.

Hard work.Huh.

Gayayaya!

Gah! It's in my eyes.

Gayaya!

Oh, yayaya!You're talking scary now!

I wish I could wipe the spit from my face.

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Uh, ehh, uhhgh.

Gayaya!

Spine touch!

Bitch, you can talk. What the heck?

You were just going "gayayaya"?

Spine flisk!

What the heck is a flisk?

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Huh?

Whoa! Their merged form?

Tennis rackets for arms!

Cactuses for legs!

Hyah, hyah, hyah! We are one for tennis.

The rules of tennis are very strange for me,

even as an expert in tennis.

Very well. A merged form. Hmpf.

I guess I stand no chance.

Prepare to be shredded at beef in sport!

Oh, ultra form! So ultra.

I'm so scared!

Don't hurt me. Ah hah!

I don't know, Kon. It seems pretty ultra.

Tennis rackets for arms?

Cactuses for legs?

Pretty ultra.

Shut up. Fwah!

Hey, wait.

Whoa!

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[ Chirp ]

They've merged as well?

Don't fear, Makasu.

We're on equal playing fields now.

Which is better than where we were before.

On equal fields.

Oh, wow!

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Hyah!

Fwah!

Hyah, hyah!Grraaahh!

Wow! You big, strong, ultra boys,

are you ready!

Oh, I got gas. What?

Yes! We are ready for tennis!

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Fwah, fwah, fwah!

H-H-Hyah!

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♪ Yuh, aye, backspin

♪ Yo, cut like the wind

♪ Ya, lil boy, like the wind

♪ Dump in

♪ Hit it again Ooh! ♪

♪ That's your ass

♪ Serve, swag, smash

♪ Hit that thing cross court

♪ You know you knock 'em last, aye ♪

♪ Hit that thing cross court

♪ I got em runnin' down

♪ I can tell you runnin' out of stamina ♪

♪ Know I keep them mothaf-- block hot ♪

♪ Boy, you is no match for my drop shot ♪

♪ Oh, my gosh

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce ♪

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce ♪

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce ♪

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce ♪

No. No. No.

And that's the game, set, match.

Game! Set! Match!

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I feel inside broken.

Aah!

We did it.

We ultra-won the form-merging contest tennis match.

Huh?

Through hell and back and whatever extraplanar nonsense

we now find ourselves in, Makasu.

I've found you again.

Wait, Bendy Rivers.

The spiritual detective!

I want to stop him, but I can't move.

I have orders to shoot you on sight.

Give me one goddamn reason I shouldn't kill you right now!

Ugh, my nemesis!

Give me one goddamn reason I shouldn't kill you right now!

Love.

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Yeah, it sure is hot, Flying Dimension Bear.

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[ Mumbling ]

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So, what'll you have?

Flaming Nachos of Bethlehem.

I'm here for Jesus H.

You know this. Spare me the core-malities.

Hey, Jesus Christ, I think someone's here to see you.

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Flying Bear, don't embarrass me in front of Jesus Christ.

Just shut up.

Huh, Stigmeetos.

You're not an easy man to find.

You just had to look inside yourself.

Come soak your feet, my baby child.

It's refreshing in here.

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These little nibblers are adorable.

Those fish seem to love your feet, Makasu.

Ooh!

I've heard tale of your legendary sports prowess,

and I just hope you'd come to play with me.

Of course.Seek and ye shall find.

Hands.

♪♪

Let's play.

What's that in your ear?

Oh. A bowling ball.

Oh, wow!

Still don't want anything?Nah.

This will be over soon, Nachos of Bethlehem.

I respect that. You know yourself.

[ Grunting ]

Strike follow point!

Bowling!

Cwwoo!

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Oooh!

Great job, Makasu.

Oh! Unh.

I just love this game.

♪♪

This is silly, Jesus.

You could never catch up with me.

I've already won.

But you're wrong, Makasu.

Tell me how many pins you see.

Seven.No, Makasu.

7 times 70.

That is my father's love for you.

But how can Lord love me?

Thief of many relics,

who has come here yet to challenge and defeat.

How is heaven above full of so much glow of love?

One is loved because one is loved.

No reason is needed for loving.

I've been focused on the wrong thing.

No one has ever loved me this way.

Ooh.

[ Chirping ]No, please, Flying Bear.

Maybe Bendy Rivers -- I've not been a bad man.

I've wanted to mean something.

Accumulating.

Just to matter, but in the end,

I should probably just be taken for who I am.

And forgive myself.

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[ Sniffles ] Even here,

in this outer dimensional in-between worlds of the Incans,

the sun shines bright.

Maybe the key is having something to look forward to.

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Makasu?

Gone again.

Nothing left but flattened grass,

and I -- hold on.

You can't be serious.

Of all the dumb things you could do, of all the gullible --

Two years ago, Bethlehem.

You bowl against Jesus Christ and score a perfect game,

leaving his wrists gaping as you snag the Stigmata.

Oh, God. How could I be so easily tricked?

Makasu doesn't learn lessons from weaker opponents.

He murders them!

Bendy, it's your wife. I think we should separate.

I've been emotionally cheating on you with a man from Texas

who has a cool farm and motorcycles.

[ Beep ]

♪♪

♪ You, like always try to be like the wind ♪

♪ Suddenly how the love touched me ♪

♪ Following angels, flying in the rainbows ♪

♪ Bring me peacefully

♪ Sleep in your arms

♪ Just believe in me, as I wished going free ♪

♪ Taking through the past to see, ♪

♪ stop the future in my feet

♪ Being strangers, please

♪ Don't rain in our sunny sky

♪ Wrote this song, with love, to say goodbye ♪

♪ For the reasons I've got

♪ There are no regrets to show ♪

♪ How the deeper heartless could be left behind ♪

♪ Ahhhhhhhhh, ooh, aaah

♪ We always fall down

♪ You try, but it's nice to say goodbye ♪

♪ Me, as I wished going free

♪ Taking through the past to see ♪

♪ Stop the future in my feet ♪

♪ Being strangers, please don't rain in our sunny sky ♪

♪ Wrote this song, with love, to say goodbye ♪

♪♪

Woman: That was a very good song, I like that, yeah.

[ Glass shattering ]

Oh. Well it's a -- I was trying to.

I can't get the drift of it.

With the different sports and the different locations

and the different characters that you're putting in there.

I guess the summary was this young man that was into sports

and he was trying different areas to perform,

and different kinds of sports to perform like tennis and --

what was the other? I can't remember.

Seemed like a --

Well anyways, mainly tennis, I think, yeah.

So that was what I thought it was,

this young man trying to their best and win against all odds.

People take maybe winning too serious

and they don't really enjoy the moment

when they're participating in it,

and it's all about winning and not experiencing the time

they're actually participating.

That's what -- the thing now is mindfulness.

Have you ever heard of mindfulness?

And I think that's kind of something new

that's just come up in the last several years,

and I think mindfulness is being in the moment

and the moment that you're in it

instead of thinking about what happened or what's gonna happen,

but trying to say right at the time

that you're actually living in the moment.

I don't know what else -- how else to say it.

Is that your voice on the -- -Man: On the main character?

The whole time?Yeah, I'm Makasu.

Oh, you -- Yeah, it is your voice.

I didn't really recognize that voice.

Didn't recognize your voice with that --

Well that -- that was -- that's good.

I mean, it was very in --

I could understand everything you were saying.

Will people get annoyed by that voice after a while?

No. I didn't.

No, it wasn't annoying at all.

It was a pleasant voice.

It's not -- I didn't get annoyed by your voice.

Three cartons in there a couple of days ago,

but there's only one in there now.

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There's only one.

Va-nil-la.

I prefer that to any other and then

sometimes put chocolate sauce on it.

Hersheshies.

Syrup.

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Makasu's bones ache after merging so hard,

but sex, drugs, and rock-hard fake breasts

all cloud Makasu's judgment.

Turn into primordial soup for

"Gammeu Setto Machu Picchu Chapter 5: Foot Fault."

[ Grunting ] So, Doc, what's the verdict?

I wanna have a baby boy!

Well, the good news is your sperm count is off the charts.

You've got more swimmers than the Titanic.

That's stupid. Is there bad news?

Yes, it looks like some of your genetic material

has been damaged.

It's as if someone got rid of all your genes

related to the sport of tennis.

What?! No! Damn you, Keke!

Whoa, calm down. Who's Keke?

Sounds like the name of a shoe.

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I never told you this 'cause I didn't want to seem braggy.

As a child, I was a tennis singles world champion.

My main rival was a Bolivian boy named Keke.

He nearly defeated me in my final match.

But I used my big, fast arms to win.

As I scored the winning point,

he stabbed each of my testicles with an ancient device.

It is my duty to protect the ancient gods

from your offspring!

He yelled as he stabbed each of my testicles

with an ancient device.

I didn't think much of it at the time, and I still don't.

Okay, time for Korea.

I've got to pay more attention to what I'm shooting at.

Please help me.

They killed my dad and my mom

and my neighbors and the birds in those trees.

Sorry, baby boy, we Americans are leaving.

I wanna have a baby boy!

Ah! I feel bad.

Huuuuh!

Hey, kid, get used to calling me "new cooler Dad."

Because I'm gonna let you eat sugary cereals

and stay awake all night

watching scary movies that stir up your wartime traumas.

Here, have some hard Army bread.

In America we eat bread

and we're allowed to wear clothes that aren't beige.

Yep, it's live free or die hard, and dying's for commies.

I spent weeks teaching that poor bastard child

my Western morals, but he just wouldn't listen.

Who was the 15th U.S. President?

-Millard Fillmore? -Wrong!

How much water does the Hoover Dam?

Fuh-Five?

Wrong again! Give me that!

You don't deserve bread.

Wha. What the?

Whoa.

My hands pass through.

But you didn't die and now your wife is pregnant.

How many sons do we have?

The truth is, none.

But also four.

And only one of them will live.

We've done the Super Sportsman Cloning Project

in a Polish laboratory.

There is a curse in your genes,

and playing God can only do so much.

Playing Gods?

That's when I decided I would make sure

whatever clone bastard offspring

I had would spend a lot of time playing

Rac-quet-ball with their grandfather

to make up for poor genes.

Also maybe some of this was a dream.

I'm the main character's grandfather as a young man.

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The death of Catequil and Kon has caused the skies to rage,

which may be helpful in our ritual, but dangerous.

These eyes will open up a space

that a bridge can go through to Hanan Pacha.

I mean, you say eyes, God of Tennis,

but those look more like titties from uh --

ugh, I'm sorry I said that thing about titties just now.

Can I talk to you about something?

Chirp?Yeah.

I didn't tell you this,

but after we did the defeat of Ekeko,

the Chair Umpire flew me around.

Chair told me I'd be absorbing the spirits of the Gods

who had passed after I had defeated them.

Huh? Oh! Chirp?!

And that's never happened to me before, God of Tennis.

I've defeated so many spirits and Gods

and ancient things,

but never have I done an absorb suck power move.

Sure, right.

I feel Supay in my bones, Ekeko in my laugh --

like there's untapped power

in their spirits sleeping inside me.

But I'm too terrified to channel it

or even admit to myself that they live within me.

Yeah. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Is this an Incan-specific related phenomenon?

Hmm. I'm not sure if I'm listening to this.

So many firsts on this adventure.

You helped me conquer my fear of tennis,

we merged and became a super mega form,

I started drinking whiskey,

and now the echoes of your old God friends

are dancing like slutty marbles in my skin.

I've been actively repressing them every chance I can.

Ahh. I don't know if it makes me feel weird.

To have the memory of my victims

dancing like slutty marbles in me.

Mm-hmm. That's good.

-Huh. -Repress everything.

Uh, but thanks for telling me.

Sure. Right.

Oh, well. That's fine.

Right.

I know you keep pushing me.Yeah.

But sometimes.Mm-hmm.

When I'm exhausted, like after the merge we just did.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I start doubting whether or not I was even meant to do this.

I know. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I guess I'm just suppose to not give up,

even if Fate itself has destined me for failure.

Listen, I've said it over and over.

Just stop caring and pursue treasures

and kill anyone who gets in the way.

Just relax.

Now give me a hug.[ Chirp ]

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We're here. The Upper World.

Chirp-chirp.Your tendons must be all sore.

Go rest in the warm water.

Strange: I don't remember this large hotel complex

being near the hot springs.

Ha-ha-ha! Wow!

Look at all this great pork hot tub.

Oh, my [bleep] wet pork!

Are these hot tubs we can relax in as people?

Chirp-chirp!

Hot Tub!Chirp, chirp!

Ha! Zip! Fwim! Whoo!

That's right. Melt those feelings away, Makasu.

Ooh! Ha-ha!

Ha-ha-ha!Wow!

Ah, ha-ha!

Hoo, boy.

That last match really took it out of my loins.

Thanks for leading us here. I'm getting all buttery!

[ Cooing, chirping ]

The hot springs of Hanan Pacha

have resurrected many a traveller.

Ooh, found the bubble spot!

Get in there, you little bitches.

Yeah, do it. Do it.

Yeah, do it, ya little bubbles.

Yes! Enjoy the bubbles!

Shut up, I'm beeping the bubble --

Ooh, bubble![ Flute playing ]

Wuh? What was that noise?

Whoa!A musical melody?

Look!

[ Giggling ]

Who are you girls?

Were you watching me do bumble hump?

Hey, they seem to like you.

[ Splashing ]

♪ We heard your moans, young Makasu ♪

Oh, wow!

♪ And sprung to life to adore you ♪

♪ Each of us represents an alluring stereotype ♪

Singing, hmm, huh.

♪ Nyan Nyan Kitty Maid, feline grace ♪

♪ Bookish Nell wants to read your face ♪

♪ And Fire Ishi knows of danger ♪

♪ Yet can't resist this naked stranger ♪

♪ Stay with us forever

♪ Give up your quest

♪ We'll pleasure every centimeter of your chest ♪

♪ Sports are for losers

♪ We know what's best

♪ Makasu

♪ Stay with us forever

♪ But first decide

♪ Which one of us you'd like ♪

♪ To be your bride

♪ Don't make us fight you

♪ Just pick a side

♪ Makasu

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♪ I like thick boys with hygiene for days ♪

♪ I can sense you're educated by your worldly gaze ♪

♪ Did you know that oily rags can lead to a blaze? ♪

♪ Even proper ventilation

♪ Cannot stop smoke inhalation ♪

♪ Stay with us forever

♪ Don't make us beg

♪ Your surrender will engender us to stroke your leg ♪

♪ Tennis is a sham no matter what that guy says ♪

♪ Makasu

♪ Sleep with us forever

♪ Make your pick

♪ You want a kitty or a bookworm ♪

♪ or sound safety tips?

♪ We need an answer or we will [bleep] up your shit! ♪

♪ Makasu-u-u

♪ Makasu

What a conundrum.

I want to complete this journey,

but these babes are, ugh, saying otherwise.

They were awfully dismissive of tennis.

Hmm. That bothers me.

One of my few remaining weaknesses --

sins of the flesh!

Makasu, the choice is clear.

Makasu, the choice is clear.

And the choice is me, oh, wise one.

This reminds me of ventriloquism.

Yeah. That's what I do.

I'm the ventriloquist.

Gabe, it's cool. You can go.

Yeah, it's weird now.

My aunt and uncle who raised me never approved of me

"throwing my voice."

Called it the warlock's tongue.

Lashed me all strung up in their beer cellar

and left me hanging upside down,

my bleeding skin nourishing their microbrew homestyle

for all their bearded friends.

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[ Gasps ] What a messy boy!

Look at all these dirty things.

If he doesn't clean up his room soon, he might get grounded.

How will a messy boy make it to the spring carnival

and find his true love on the Ferris wheel

if he can't leave his home?

Aww.

Nyan Nyan Kitty Maid is here to save the day!

Starting to clean is hard.

But once you start, it can be lots of fun.

Say what you will about Rivers,

but he certainly does have an imagination.

And the facts are this.

He riddled that entire hotel

with cameras and microphones all wired up.

So many close calls. It's -- It's hard to have hope.

But this time it's just overly intricate and evolved enough.

And what a costume.

What a costume!

Agh!

Relax!It's just such a -- ugh!

Relax!To get close so many times,

I just need to release it all

beforehand so I don't get disappointed.

We have more to worry about.

I'm nervous for Agent Bendy Rivers.

Nervous for Agent Bendy Rivers?

He's four and a half layers up.

Yeah.Here in the Incan heavens.

Hanan Pacha it seems to be called.

But all previous celestial satellite imagery

shows this land was only hot springs.

Maybe it's a new hotel.

If it is, it's very new.

A very new hot spring hotel.

Strange.And look!

Energy readings for more babes.

Yeah, but Rivers is just pretending to be a babe.

It's not that simple!

These additional babes,

they seem to be appearing out of nowhere.

Multiplying at some odd rate.

I'm worried.I farted a little bit.

And I don't see them on camera yet.

Just shadows in the corners.

Babes just out of sight.

As far as I'm concerned if these babes

slow down Makasu, that's a good thing.

I'm just nervous about all the potential babes.

Things are not what they seem with these babes.

Dirty clothes go in the hamper.

Toys into the toy chest.

All the school work goes in your backpack.

And all this goes in the garbage.

Yuck! [ Purring ]

You hear Sonia and Bendy are separating?

Yeah, divorce is awkward.

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So what're you into these days?

Music, I think.

I like that. I like that.

Agh!

This is a fun hot spring.

I like the peppermint flavor part.

Reminds me of, uh, Christmastime.

I use to suck on the spear -- the spear end of the stick.

That's disgusting.

Make it sharp.

[ Chirping ]

Yup.

I didn't have many friends, but I'd walk around the creek

and I'd poke the eyes out of squirrels.

Real serial-killer stuff.

What?

I was wild.

Oh, yeah, seems like --What do you think of this one?

Well, it's kind of wet.

My stepdad really likes saunas.

[ Chirping, cooing ]

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I don't know why something being just uncomfortably hot enough

is hot and aw-- is great.

Yeah.

And it, well, the contrast with the weather outside.

Oh, well, that's true. That is kind of nice.

Like the different feel --

the different feeling of the weather outside

except when you're in the hot water.

Yeah, yeah, like you can get out and come back in

if you're feeling cold.Nice and brisk.

Yeah.See, that's what I like about

this hot spring right now is

Winter-Wonderland-themed with the peppermint.

Yeah, I do like the peppermint.

Oh, this one's cool. Jungle world.

Oh, wow! Look at all the vines.

I like the lemurs.

Aw, yeah.

Lemurs live in the jungle, right?

Yes.Oh, wow!

That's very interesting.

You ever --Flying Bear likes this one.

Yes, yeah. I, uh, I found this leaf.

Cool. All right.

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I'm bored of you talking.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go underwater.

[ Blowing ]Uh. Whaaa.

Oh.

They're touching me in the leg.

Ha-ha-ha, motorboat.

Yeah.

You can make your own bubbles.

Uh, oh, well, oh, all right, here I go.

[ Blowing ]

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Oh, wow, you're doing a flashlight.

Whoa! Yes, look at it.

I didn't realize your [bleep] is a flashlight.

Whoa!

I'm gonna click it.

Here we go.

Whoa!

I just wanna keep flipping the switch.

Whoa!Well, go ahead.

Nice.

Man, I could just lie in this one forever.

Oh, yes!

The theme here is Vegas gambling.

Gambling?

Vlegas -- Vlegas gambling.

Oh.Flay-gless gambling.

All right, let's go to the Big Bang Theory slot machine.

I like how this hot spring is just Tomatillo sauce.

Whoa! Yes!

Hmm.

I've got this.

Oh, okay.

Sure.

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I could definitely get used to this.

Oh! Ah! Uh! Uh! Uh!

Yes, I almost find my mind escaping me while I'm here.

Like I'm reminded of "first love's kiss."

Excuse me! Just getting any cobwebs off of you that I can.

Uh, you can leave my cobwebs. It's all good.

Bye!

We can afford to rest just one night, I think.

Have a good time catching Z's like the band ZZ Top.

God of Tennis, ZZ Top is the band

with the big, ugly beards.

Both: Good night, time pals!

I'll see you in the morning, if you know what I mean.

After we sleep!

[ Sighs ]

What a time this all has been.

At least I have a room all to myself.

[ Sobbing ]

Who could this mound of wiggling blankets be?

A spy?

Hyah!

Makasu.A spy?

Since we're not in front of the other girls,

I don't wanna be subtle anymore.

There's a fire in my landclam and my hose can't put it out.

Uh, this is so awesome,

but I can't get a boner right now

after merging so hard.

Please be waiting spread.

I'm gonna go see if I can boner pill.

Uh, find some.

Uh!

Ooh, um, uh, okay, shoot.

Uh, apologies!

I was so absorbed in my books.

They're all by Umberto Eco.

Hyugh! Nothing gets me wetter

than Italian semioticians!

[ Both moaning ]

[ Moans echoing ]

Uh, sorry, I can't easily have sex right now!

Ah, he's leaving.

Huh?

Can I help you?

Another woman? Uh.

How come I haven't met you yet?

Hmmm. Are you a sick boy?

Oh I dropped mommy's pen down my puff puff.

[ Distorted groaning ]

What the hell?! You pervert!

Huh? [ Grunts ]

But I secretly have a very angry crush on you.

Also, I'm a camouflaged sniper.

How many ladies even live here in this hotel?

Ah.

Oh, aren't you a beautiful, passionate, sneaky man.

I am a very sexy plant lady.

Holy heck!

Ah, my God!

Agh! Women, ladies, ah!

♪ You can never leave us

♪ Why even try?

So many ladies!

♪ We'll capture then enrapture you ♪

♪ No need to fight

♪ Give us your body and do what's right ♪

♪ Makasu

♪ Run, run, little coward, from the female gaze ♪

♪ We'll eat your beating heart then set your body ablaze ♪

♪ Destroying your flesh is the highest form of praise ♪

♪ Makasu

♪ Makasu

Ow! Dude!

The ventriloquist!

Listen, man, who the heck are all these ladies?

Earlier there was only three babes when

you were singing their song, and now there's like at least

two more babes and one's a plant.

And now I'm seeing, uh,

there's a bunch of scary eyes in the forest.

The implication being there are dozens of more ladies.

I don't know.

There aren't many good gigs out here

for a singing ventriloquist.

I responded to the ad just 'cause I needed money.

To be real with you,

this hot spring hotel wasn't even here yesterday.

When I got here, it was growing out of the clouds

in the moonlight, like silver spears of distracting sin.

I was alone.

And then, these women appeared.

They told me I had to sing for a sportsman.

What the hell is happening?!

I needed money!

No one hires ventriloquists!

[ Labored breathing ]

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[ Groans ]

Huh! Don't tell me!

All the women in this hot spring hotel are made of meat!

They're treating the meat like women!

Huh!

You can't imagine

how hard it was to sneak into here.

Doing this whole good girl kitty cleaning act.

Nyan Nyan Kitty Maid?

Uh!You fool!

That was just a disguise!

Oh, wow!

I slipped in behind you guys when you summoned

the rainbow lightning to Hanan Pacha,

quickly disguised myself in whatever outfit

I had on hand,

found a ventriloquist

who was hired to serenade you with two women hiding underwater

and wrote him lyrics after bribing him

to include me in the song.

But, oh, am I glad to be away from those creepy ladies,

that flying bear, and your strange God friend.

No one here to help you anymore!

Bendy, I think you need to shut up

'cause I think we're in for a world of plaster pain!

If these ladies find out you're a secret lady,

not one of the real ladies of these fake ladies,

we're going to be in a slit pants forest cudge!

No! No tricking me now!

Woman: Aaah!

You ruined everything!

Hyah!

Ah! [ Gunshots ]

♪♪

Why couldn't you have just kissed them and been a good boy?

♪♪

Uh, crawling on my hands, uh.

Time to use you well, sweet little racket.

Makasu, I took a nighttime soak in the hot tub

and realized all the women we've seen weren't real

but made up with silver moon magic

and all of this has been a trap set by Mama Killa

to use a meat army of women

she's created to distract you with hot tubs and sex

and stop you from winning this tennis adventures.

At the same time, Bendy Rivers, the mortal detective,

pretended to be one of the women,

but he wasn't able to interfere much

because he's just a normal man,

and your tennis adventure is on a far bigger cosmic scale

than his small existence and maybe,

just maybe, he needs to accept that he's a speck among stars

and, Makasu, you're brilliant.

I -- Oh, I see you've, uh, learned yourself.

Who is she? Flying Bear!

[ Chirp ]

She's Mama Killa. The moon.

Ah.

Narrator: Mama Killa --

M-A-M-A K-I-L-L-A -- in Quechua,

Mama Killa's name directly translates to "mother moon."

The sister and wife of sun God Inti and daughter of Viracocha,

Mama Killa was considered

the third power in Inca mythology.

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Though primarily affiliated with the moon,

Mama Killa is also a goddess of marriage

and the menstrual cycle, considered a defender of women.

She also oversaw time and the calendar,

due to the fact that many rituals and feasts

were based upon the lunar cycle.

Silver was the metal of Mama Killa,

and gold for her husband, Inti.

It was said this gold was the sweat of the sun

and silver the tears of the moon

as they toiled and wept on behalf of humanity.

Both sacred metals, and both seen as opposites sides

yet equally vital parts of life, the masculine and the feminine,

which required each other

just as much as day required the night.

The Inca had a story about Mama Killa

that accounted for the dark spots

visible on the moon's face.

A fox fell in love with her because of her admirable beauty,

but when he rose into the sky to meet Mama Killa...

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...she squeezed him so hard,

patches were created upon the moon's face.

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Eclipses were seen as spiritually frightening events,

and specifically lunar eclipses

were associated with Mama Killa being in danger.

That, perhaps, an animal like a snake or mountain lion

would be attacking her.

Because of this, attempts were made to scare away this attacker

by throwing weapons, gesturing violently,

and making a lot of loud noise during these celestial events.

If the animal were to win its battle with Mama Killa,

it was believed that world would be left in darkness.

Even after the Spanish conquered the Inca,

traditions around eclipses persisted in native beliefs.

Because of this, the Spanish could use

their understanding of astronomy to their advantage and predict

when eclipses would take place, earning great respect

and possibly fear from the population.