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At night, Mama Killa hovers sweetly in the air,

a reminder of celestial empathy and care,

that even when the sun disappears from view,

the Gods are with us, loving.

♪♪

Ahhhhh!

♪♪

You maggot.

Despicable leeching trash.

People have preyed on this continent for centuries.

Whatever, Mama Killa.

You know what I'm here for.

To finish the job.

But you will fail!

This Goddess is serious business,

also with very serious thighs!

Hyah!

How about I give you first serve?

Hyah. Ow!

I'm not gonna let you score even once.

Ouch! Ooh! Ow!

[Bleep] yeah, burns just like the moon burning.

Quit poking her moon ball. You'll damage your fingers.

True, I'll damage my fingers,

and I need them for tennis finger.

Huwahh!

♪♪

I loved my son.

A squirming little child,

a slug of love in my arms,

and with every cute yawn, a gust of wind would come

and blow the hair out of my eyes.

Fwaauuhhh!

♪♪

[ Sniffle-snort ]

How does it feel to kill someone's son?

A small wind boy?

Ah! Gah, my foot!

I've got a feeling your son Kon was, like,

almost permanently in a child form

because you don't age like me, normal boy, does.

I went form boy to adult.

But, what I'm saying is it's arbitrary for you to say,

"Oh, you've killed a boy" when he's been a boy

since like four hundred million years ago.

I don't really care.Ah!

Gahhh! Clearly!

[ Sobbing ] You monster!

Stomping through and leaving a scorched mess

wherever you go.

You nightmare! You monster!

You little worm!How do I pick up this ball?

It burns like the moon.

Hey, slimeball!

Aren't you listening to me?

Back pocket dimension Flying Bear?

Do Daddy a solid and hold the ball for me.

Uh.It's hot,

but I don't care if you hurt.

Thanks![ Disheartened chirps ]

Just a couple practice swings.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Huah, huah!

Okay. Phew.

I think I'm ready![ Chirping ]

The big match between Mama Killa and Makasu,

a tennis dilemma with, uh, who knows whatever happens!

Hmpf. You've got this, Makasu.

♪♪

Now!

Grab! Moon! Smash!

Hueh!

♪♪

Hah!

[ Grunting ]

Menstrual star child!

Menstrual star child?

The next stage of life!

Hyaaah!

Agh, gosh!

Uh! Oh, no.[ Chirp ]

Agh! Luckily we had my bucket of spit.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Panting ] So much power!

Let it burrow in your wretched skull!

Wipe your thoughts and memories

from existence!

Uughhh. I gotta think!

[ Smug chuckle ]

Whoo, unh!

What a pathetic hit!

Are you burnt out already?

[ Groaning ]

♪♪

[ Echoing ] Spit bucket hyooo!

Huh? Did he return the ball?

[ Steam hissing ]

Hmpf! There it is!

♪♪

[ Scream echoing ]

No, Star Child!

♪♪

It's mine now.

My fertility?

[ Groaning ]

♪♪

Huahhhh!

Power float down.

Huahhhh.

I've been sucking in your god-family's energy

this whole journey, Mama Killa,

and I figured maybe this once, instead of being afraid,

I could actively use that to defeat you.

You were so intent on killing me outright, after all.

How did you --

But you needed to be vulnerable,

which is why I made the steam with my spit-bucket move.

During your blindness, my Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear

flew into my back pocket dimension.

Flying Bear covered itself with a plastic bag

in order to protect itself from the power of the sesho-seki,

the Japanese killing stone that I won from the Shinto spirits

when I defeated them in Ultimate Frisbee.

I always thought it was too difficult to use,

seeing as it kills anything it touches directly

but I confused your little menstruation star child

with a curveball swerve serve technique,

and it grazed its finger destroying the star child

and leaving your uterus open for my hands to reach in.

[ Groaning ]Shhh.

Shush, just die.

Game! Set! Match!

Bleblugbuhbelbhebheughbleh!

♪♪

♪♪

Wow! Now I know get what heaving feels like.

This is a wacky turn of events.

You look very good.

[ Cooing ]

Back Pocket Dimension's using my titties

as a bedroom for sleeping!

What a sweet boy slut, horny boy.

Shhh, shhh. You can sleep for three minutes

before I wake you up with a scream.

You -- you look very good.

Like a ripe fig.

Cool it, man.

Sexuality almost tempted Makasu

in Mama Killa's hot springs.

Uh. Don't let it

cloud your judgment. Uh.

Will this be harder than I thought?

143, 142, 141, 140.

That's it! I've had it!

Bendy Rivers! My nemesis!

Hyugh. Every time no matter what happens, you wiggle out!

Agh! This whole plan, this whole outfit,

I corner you for once

and this whole thing literally comes crumbling down!

But, Bendy, you can't do a shoot me if your gun fell down.

No, shh. The Chilean man is yelling.

Just try and sleep through it, okay?

No! You're just ignoring me!

Bendy, can you please keep it down?

My Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear slave

is only allowed to sleep several minutes a day

because I am a cruel owner and master, okay?

73, 72, 71,

70, 69 -- hehe --

68, 67, 66,

65, 64.

Bendy: No. I have to let go.

I haven't been happy for a decade.

All to fail at arresting you.

You've tricked me, hurt me, broke me.

Makasu, you win.

I don't really care.

Can you send me back to Earth?

Of course, mortal.

♪♪

-My sweet Almendra? -Bendy?

I don't want to be separated.

I don't want to divorce. -No, no, no.

I'm sorry, you can't just decide that.

This is a relationship. A conversation.

L-let me finish.

I found out who I want to be.

I don't want to waste any more time away from you.

I appreciate you saying this, but...

I want to come home

and be a Nyan Nyan Kitty Maid for our family.

Being dressed like this pretty kitty maid

is the happiest I've ever felt.

Will you have me, Sonia,

even if I'm a Nyan Nyan Kitty Maid?

Like a cat?

Listen, come home.

Let's take a walk in the park. We can talk about it.

I'll be a stay at home kitten maid nyan nyan.

I do still love you.

I'm sorry.

Makasu: 10, 9, 8,

7, 6, 5, 4, 3,

2, 1.

Huahhh!

You, uh, you look very good.

Like a -- Like a ripe fig.

Thanks, babe.

Huah!

Time keeps moving along

like a timid night lamp.

The treasure of South America feels so close though.

You're really doing your best.

Chair Umpire, back when we first met, you were right.

This has been my most difficult challenge yet.

This may be your most difficult challenge yet, Makasu.

Whoa! Are you saying I'm mentally challenged?

I gotta admit when I told you

that you were gonna absorb the Gods you defeated,

I didn't realize you'd find a way

to use it to win at tennis.

It's true. I might've suppressed it.

Just like the God of Tennis tells me to do

with all my feelings.

But now I have a few extra X chromosomes

because of the power of Mama Killa.

Though I refuse to master the powers of wind,

electricity, or water, or death.

Those Gods aren't as fun as the power of interest me

in the femininity.

Speaking of suppressing, God of Tennis,

are you trying to hide your wet dream you just had?

You should probably tuck your downstairs pants

[bleep] away, you little naughty boy.

I'm good! I'm fine now.

I'm normal again.

Hold on, guys.

As a chair umpire,

I am an impartial judge to the events occurring,

but it does not stop me from celebrating your successes,

which is why I've brought you the gift of dance.

Look at the tennis court now.

Oh, look, this part must be when I beat Ekeko in tennis

by giving him a fractal gift.

Yeah, yes, and now we go underwater, I think.

Or was it the underworld?

We went to the sky though too and defeated

Kon in the other one.

No, Supay was the underworld I think.

He had shiny eyes.

Sexy eyes. Guh.

You have kind of sexy eyes as well.

Right, no, sexy eyes, and this is the part of the dance

where you saved me by showing that his sexy eyes

were actually not big sexy eyes

but actually really tiny ugly tiny eyes.

And now the dancers confront the tricky colon.

The wormy dancer is pretending to be eaten

by the you-looking dancer.

Oh, yeah, cool.

And there being a frozen pisco sour drink now

to beat Mama Cocha at the game of tennis.

We sure have gotten ourselves out of some tight binds.

Mostly I did all the work, but I guess you were also there.

Now we go into the sky?

This seems out of order.It doesn't matter.

The dances are pretty self-contained.

I like how one dancer is up on the shoulders like that.

Ahh. But watch out.

Here comes Mama Killa to avenge the other Gods.

Yeah, right, God of Tennis.

Don't pretend you don't remember that I just now beat Mama Killa

at tennis by doing a spit-bucket trick,

killing the star baby with a death rock,

and stealing her fertility.

We just did that five minutes ago.

And see, now that the dancers danced

that they're just standing there

dancing the dance of us standing.

That was a very good recap dance.

♪ Don't give up

♪ On your dreams

♪ Never be awake

♪ Sleep forever

♪♪

♪ Generic Ambien

♪ Tune out the rest

♪ It's your sleepy quest

♪ Waking up is overrated

♪ Words get scrambled, not translated ♪

♪ Social bonds so fabricated

♪ And real life feeling isolated ♪

♪ Dream time ain't adulterated

♪ Souls, they ain't eviscerated ♪

♪ Do-do, do-do, do-dated

♪ Oh, I already stated

♪ Don't give up on your dreams ♪

♪ Never be awake

♪ Sleep forever

♪ Mommy needs just five more minutes ♪

♪ Sleep can solve any endeavor ♪

♪ Don't give up on your dreams ♪

♪ Never be awake and sleep forever ♪

♪ Bills pay themselves in your dreams ♪

♪ Leave out the food

♪ Your kids are clever

♪ It's okay

♪ Just let go of your

♪ Bodily functions

♪ Your brain now

♪ Sentient being

♪ You don't need

♪ Bodily functions

♪♪

[ Garbled voice ]

[ Garbled voice ]

[ Garbled voice ]

[ Garbled voice ]

♪♪

Huh! How about that?

El Presidente.

Which camera am I looking at?

Hi. I'm Maxime Simonet.

I'm the creator and director of this piece, also the star.

I play Makasu, and I'd like to thank you

for listening to me talk for five hours so far.

And being five hours into such an ep--

Let's wait for them to leave.

♪♪

My mother Vicky Whiting,

and my father [bleep].

Without them I wouldn't have been conceived.

Uh, special thanks to this brand of cola.

Special thanks to Hideo Kojima,

who I think is a large influence for me

and has such an autistic way

of telling stories that really resonates --

[ Background music stops abruptly ]

So, should we close that door here?

[ Music resumes ] Special thanks to these shoes

I've worn for about two years now.

Falling apart.

Shoelaces are nothing. If you look inside,

I don't even think the bottom is on correctly.

It looks like some horny dog just took a bite out of this.

It looks like some starving animal took a bite out of this.

Special thanks to Vietnam.

I mean, not Vietnam -- "Venture Bros.",

which took a break on production, a long hiatus,

to make sure we could execute this project,

which has so far cost $4 million,

and as you see this graphic on the screen

the number keeps going up.

Special thanks to the hours of hentai animations

I'd watch online, mainly when I was in high school,

programs such as "Bible Black,"

where those sisters were [bleep] each other.

Am I allowed to say that? We all love sisters.

I mean, like what -- it's like they have sisterly love

but also they're making each other nut.

Eva Angelina --

I think it was like a cam-- like, she was on web cam,

and when she was gonna orgasm, she said "I'm gonna nut."

And I still [bleep].

But pretty funny when a girl says she's gonna nut.

Like, good for her.

Special thanks to the remaining hour

of "Gammeu Setto Machu Picchu," which honestly, is gonna --

I think it's gonna be really enlightening

to some young white men out there.

Please get on Pornosite, upload all of this onto

Pornosite, make sure people can watch this

with the commercials on Pornosite.

I wanna see those comments go up.

I wanna see dickgiggler76 write down in the comments,

"Whoa...

not really hot,

but, dang,

I love this."

Narrator: Few Gods remain on Makasu's greatest

journey into tennis treasures.

A towering broken creator deity

threatens to crush all of his dreams.

But are his worst fears within his friend group?

Break your TV into four pieces and then [bleep] the pieces.

♪♪

♪♪

Hmm. Looks like we're going straight through the place.

Mm-hmm. Looks like it.

Yes. Straight. Mm-hmm.

Viracocha was the supreme god,

created everything in the Incan mythos.

But he journeyed across the Pacific,

never to be seen again...Hmm.

...until he returned and retired here,

among the roots and the sea foam and the wrinkle rocks.

His age honestly made him a burden to the younger gods.

Ugh. No, don't remind me.

Old people. Ugh. The worst of all age groups.

[ Thinking ] Hmm. Except for my grandfather.

♪♪

♪ Everything is light

♪ Everything is light

♪♪

♪ Closer than Heaven and the underlay of things ♪

♪♪

♪ Everything is light

♪ Everything is light

♪♪

♪ Closer than Heaven and the underlay of thi-i-i-i-ngs ♪

♪♪

[ Singing in Japanese ][ Chirps ]

♪♪

♪ War breaks out every day

♪ War breaks out every day

♪ In the sunshine

♪♪

[ Singing in Japanese ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Wind howling ]

[ Bird screeches ]

[ Snake slithers ]

[ Quacks ]

Viracocha's primordials line these halls.

I've always found them... unsettling.

You're just being a scaredy-pussy, God of Tennis.

Oh, my God, what was that?

Ooh! Ooh!What was that?

Huh?

Ohh. [ Shudders ]

♪♪

[ Hookah bubbles ]

Ah, this is some good stuff.

Ahh, I just love the bump-bump.

Like when you stir -- you spoon around a macaroni,

and it makes that squishy noise.

I wish this was forever.

Bump-bump for the rest of my life.

God, I'm so happy.

King Statue: It's not their fault.

I mean, I-I told them to do this.

I told them to do their bump-bump happy place.

I didn't tell them that it's all gonna be over

in about 25 minutes.

Look at them go, just bump-bump.

I mean, I love bump-bump.

I wish I could be bump-bumping right now.

Yeah, bump-bump's great.

But, you know, I've got the truth inside.

And you know the truth

just drives me right up like an arid winter.

It's fine that I'm dry.

I've been here before. Many times.

Few things get me out of it.

But, you know, here I am. Dry.

And the fabric of our slot in time

is about to be ripped right before us.

And none of those guys know.

They don't know. We know.

You changed the world, Robert.

There's no stopping this. It's time.

Everything ends, Robert. And everything begins again.

We're just experiments.

Some attempt at life.

A-A blip --A blip?

Mm, yeah, a blip.A blip.

Blip.I like that word.

Blip.Blip's a good word.

Blip. Yeah, blip.

♪♪

Ah, uh.

Those damn stone visions.

It all makes sense now.

Ah, forget about it.

These stone giants are just pissy

that they were an earlier attempt at existence,

sad because they aren't real

and this is the real world...

for now.

That also makes sense, I think.

[ Melancholy music plays ]

Thanks for touching me sometimes.

I know I can be weird about it, but thank you.

[ Chirps ]

Hey, Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear.

Me and the God of Tennis, we just shared a vision.

Isn't that wild?Oh [ chirps ]

Ugh! No, stop! You're being jealous,

and it's so controlling and emotionally abusive of you,

and I've had it up to here, which is my neck.

[ Melancholy music continues ]

[ Echoing ] Who...walks... among...the...primordial?

I...cannot...see...them.

Aaaaaaaaaah!

Makasu: Oh, whoa. Ooh.

It's hard to hold my foot on this. Ugh! Ugh!

[ Thinking ] Why am I holding my foot?

[ Bloop! ] I should let go of my foot.

[ Grunts nervously ]

I'm very bad with rumbling pillars,

the feeling of weightlessness,

like everything will fall beneath me.

Ku--[ Bloop! ]

I wish I could hold my foot.

Ugh! I can't grab my foot.

Y-Y-Yes. I understand.

Thanks for letting me hold you, pal.

It helps.

Viracocha: You are...

very good-looking.

Like...a ripe...fig.

Viracocha!

They've come to challenge you in tennis!

Hmm?

They...have...come...

to...tennis...you!

Ten...nis.

[ Rumbling ]Tennis.

Sorry, he's very old and annoying.

I was just saying earlier

that everything becomes annoying when it's old.

Except for old dogs. They get a little cute

until they grow blood balls all over their body

and whine all the time.[ Dogs whine ]

Old things are annoying.

How old are you, Chair Umpire? 25.

We...always...loved...tennis.

[ Stone crackles ]

Were you talking about dogs?

Yeah, he just said that old dogs

aren't as annoying as other old things,

because we're currently discussing

how old and annoying you are, sir.

I always liked dogs.

[ Thinking ] Does the universe age?

Some say I created it,

but so many beings are credited with that.

Creation -- It's a dime a dozen.

Were we created by those seeking a creator?

Aaaaaaaaaaah! A back and forth of beginnings and endings.

Like a match of tennis.

Chicken volleys with the egg.

Something must have come before all of that,

before whatever cycle of creation

led us to being here now.

An origin point?[ Twinkle! ]

A birth?

Does it have a beginning?

Does it have an end?

[ Muttering indistinctly ]

Are you...

the parasite...of me?

Or am I...

the parasite...of you?

[ Stone crackling ]

Tennis. So bright.

Like...the sun.

Like my son.

I wonder how my son is.

Viracocha -- the Incan creator of all things.

Father to Mama Killa and to Inti.

Inti. His name keeps coming up.

He's gonna be your final opponent,

if you can survive this old piece of shit.

Old, dusty shit dried.

The end...is...so very soon.

Aaaah!

I've come so far, man.

I've confronted my past, given gifts.

I've drank too much. I've changed genders, even.

My soul is a scrambled egg of screaming losers

all dancing like slutty marbles underneath my skin.

Huah! Are you prepared to join them, sir?

Perhaps.[ Warble ]

My serve?

Hyah! Go ahead, sir.

[ Tennis ball bounces ]

Aaaaaaah!

[ Stone crackling ]

Oooooh-ohhhhhhhh!

[ Rumbling ]

[ Warbling ]

Aw, man, this is slow and boring.

Hey, God of Tennis, is it rude when I say it's slow and boring?

In most cases, I'd say, yes, that was rude.

But rudeness seems to have fueled your drive for success,

and as I've always said,

politeness don't have no place

on no tennis court.

Yeah, you're right!

Aaaaaaaaaaah!

[ Rumbling ]

[ Rumbling continues ]

You know, in the time we've had to wait,

I-I managed to write a few spoken-word pieces.

Wow, I didn't know you did spoken word.

Well, it -- it also just --

It wasn't even a skill I had before we had to wait.

Oh, well.

[ Microphone feedback ][ Coughs ]

Thank you, uh, for showing us

that this is, indeed, a microphone

by illustrating the feedback sound effect,

Flying Bear.

Now it's my turn to cough.

Female Voice: Bristle-comb pines live more than 5,000 years.

Male Voice: Bark-ridged fingers sunk in stone.

Together: Watch the cathedrals rise from dust...

Female Voice: And melt like sidewalk salt.

Male Voice: But they also know fire.

Female Voice: And rots. And I want to grow old.

Male Voice: I want to feel my blood cool.

Let my parents' voices drop leaf-like from withered arms.

Female Voice: There's a dog waiting for me at a corner.

Male Voice: Rooms no one goes where they're young...

Female Voice: Rooms a little slower, a little more patient.

Together: And someday...

Male Voice: I will be the time of night

where the streets get empty.

I won't be alive, but I won't be you.

Female Voice: Barnacle on the skin of the world.

Male Voice: Virus sunk in spinal fluid.

Together: Unmoved.

Female Voice: It's more of a curse to stay unchanged.

Male Voice: Crater on a windless planet.

[ Fingers snapping ][ Chirps ]

[ Snap fingers ]

[ Rumbling ]

[ Tennis ball bounces ]Gasp!

Here it comes! Ah!

Oh, man!

[ Grunts ]

Here it comes! Ah!

Ah, here it comes!

[ Ball whooshing ]

[ Twinkle! ]Oh, man!

Here it comes!

Here comes the ball. Okay.

[ Whooshing continues ]

It is coming.

[ Whooshing continues ]

Narrator: "Gammeu Setto Machu Picchu."

Uh, ga-- Okay, here it comes.

[ Tennis ball bounces ]

[ Ball whooshing ]

This is much like a -- a ruined orgasm.

A ruined orgasm?

Now, Makasu, I think that's rude!

Just recently, I asked you if something else was rude.

[ Thinking ] Time has lost all meaning.

[ Whistle blows ]Foul!

This is very boring.

And I was too nervous to say so earlier.

[ Thinking ] That damn chair.

Always nervous.

[ Whistle blows ]

I'll need to check my rule book

for a very specific ruling.

♪♪

The ball's going through puberty.

Hey, normally, you'd think the ball would have to drop

before it goes through puberty.

Got -- You know what I'm saying, Chair Umpire?

[ Whistle blows ]Please!

I'm already so nervous! Ah!

That damn chair!

Always nervous.

[ Whistle blowing ]

My ruling is that, in tennis, we can evoke the Nap Clause.

That's right! The famous Nap Clause.

This tennis rule states that if any volley

ends in one of the players taking a nap,

all formalities are out the window,

and violent measures are allowed to be used,

but on the flip side,

if someone murders the essence of the nap itself,

they become the Saint Nap Man...[ Snoring ]

...and must gift children and adults with naps

for the rest of eternity.

Yep, he's right.[ Snorting ] Uh, uh.

Everyone's being so boring and basic right now.

It's hard for me staying awake. Ugh!

Makasu! You've fallen asleep!

You're free to use violence to win!

Whoa, violence! Violence!

Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear![ Chirps ]

Ahh! With my mastery of T-ball,

I defeated the Igbo god of justice and war, Kamalu,

and stole his sword, the Mmaagha Kamalu.

Uh, it was on the rolling savannas of Nigeria.

Legend says this sword glows evil when red is nearby.

Uh, the other way.

Legend says it glows red when evil's nearby.

I have yet to un-sheathe it,

but it reminds me of "Lord of the Rings."

Stinger, by Bilbo Baggin.

[ Grunts ]

This sexy piece of steel knows

that a mad broken god's hanging around.

[ Shing! ]And I guess you need to be brought to your knees

with the power of magical Nigerian sword.

[ Thinking ] Normally, Makasu defeats gods in sports

to weaken them, and could never match them in straight combat,

but Viracocha is so old and boring,

he stands no chance against one of the relics

Makasu stole from a Nigerian god

that only has one passing mention in Wikipedia

with no real cited sources.

[ Echoing ] Hyah! Hyong!

Grassland! Tremors! Of! War!

I...vibrate.

[ Warbling ]

[ Viracocha whimpers ]

[ Rumbling ][ Hissing ]

[ Gasps softly ]

Goodbye.[ Sloop! ]

Very good weapon. You're a good weapon.

Who's a good weapon? Mwah!

It's Mmaagha Kamalu. Mwah!

Huh? Why does it still sense evil?

Chair Umpire?

Aah! Oh, man!

Flying Bear? Ah!

[ Chirps ]

God of Tennis? Ah!

Come on, Makasu. Makasu?

It's just a Nigerian sword relic.

Am I the evil?

The whole time?

[ Breasts deflate ]

Oh, no.

[ Balloon deflates ]

Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man.

Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man.

[ Breathing heavily ] Wait, wait, wait.

Makasu, wait! Stop!

I shouldn't have listened to you, God of Tennis.

Stop!

[ Grunts ]

[ Sobs ]

Makasu-u-u-u-u-u!

[ Sobbing ] I'm evil! I'm evil!

What are you even saying?

It's been me. It's been me the whole time.

And you made me ignore it.

Supay tried to show me,

a-and, sure, it was a tactic to weaken me

to make me useless at tennis, but it's not like

I haven't used tricks to make people useless and weak.

A-And he was right, you know?

Think of that girl, the teacher, the -- the janitor,

the bully, the wife.

The freaking wife, man!

And -- And all the gods that just stood in my way --

the Norse, Egyptian, Japanese, Mayan, Polynesian,

Greek, Indigenous, American...

the Incan.

Your friends.

No, no, I told you.

They were aberrant. Lost.

That doesn't make sense!

Even when the heart is in the right place,

the soul of this land is a forgotten relic.

Relics! [Bleep] relics!

Maybe I wanted those relics 'cause they're, like,

a -- a direct, uh, measurement of my worth

or something.

It meant that I meant something.

People weren't enough for me to beat.

No, I had to have these nonsense trophies

'cause I don't have anything else

tying me to anything.

No family, no one that cares about me,

everyone bitterly looking at me

as some dumb overachiever at sports.

And I go around the world busting my ass all in my 20s

to just kill these gods and take what's theirs

and beat these fabrications of the human experience

just to prove some point that I mean something?

That I'm better? That I'm -- That I'm what?

That I'm what? That I'm what?!

It's almost like tennis should have been the end, you know?

Nice return, Makasu.

Remembering my grandfather

falling on the rac-quet-ball court...

Aah! Brain!

...should have stopped me, woken me up, kinda.

"You've done enough, you've taken enough,"

the sadness told me.

But you, God of Tennis --

You -- You made me push onwards.

You twisted my selective empathy,

and you manipulated me.

You wanted the treasure.

They needed to be laid to rest.

Rest? They're inside me,

like little whispers of spit under my tongue,

like slutty marbles in my skin.

I-I can't. This isn't normal.

None of this was normal, but that -- that's, like,

the least normal and worst part of it all.

Slap! [ Echoing ] Aah!

What, did Viracocha's dying spirit

give you an iota of self-awareness?

Or is it the fact that, this time,

you didn't tear your victim open

with a sport, but with a weapon?

Give it up, Makasu!

Slap! Aah!

You're greedy. You covet.

And you're ultimately alone.

I know this.

God of Tennis, you've instilled me

with affirmation after affirmation of my self-repression,

but the very deities you've helped me absorb are now...

[ Sighs ] They're clouding me.

They're clouding me right now.

Slap! Aah!

I can't do this.

Not with you...anymore.

[ Sword clangs ]

If I'm gonna finish this,

I can't be confused by your baloney.

I'll get the treasure of South America.

On my own.

And then I'll be done with it.

Don't follow me!

[ Sobbing ]

[ Chirping ]

♪♪

[ Sobbing continues ]

[ Thinking ] I'm completely alone.

[ Babbling indistinctly ]

I have so many conflicting feelings.

Why do I have so many feelings?

[ Babbling continues ]

Hup! Hup!

Hup! Hup!

[ Tennis ball bounces ]

[ Groans ]

[ Chuckles ] Hey, a little urn.

You know, I've always thought

those kids who just traveled around, uh, Europe and stuff --

You know, I always thought that they were avoiding something, right?

They're not really doing anything.

And they come back,

and they're like, "Oh, it's such an experience."

You just, like...[ Warbling ]

I bet you're wondering how I even got

this Back Pocket Dimension.

What sort of convenient pants does Makasu have?

How come, when I transformed into a woman,

my bikini bottoms still has a Back Pocket Dimension?

It's -- None of this makes -- I don't know, it's...

[ Urn shatters ]

To be honest, it's a metaphor.

[ Chirping ]

My Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear.

[ Chirps ]

I've gotta do this alone, Flying Bear.

[ Chirps ]

[ Pocket unzips ]Ugh!

♪♪

Take your air mattress,

Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear.

You can't be my servant anymore.

[ Chirps ]

You dumb, horny bitch boy.

You can't come.[ Chirps ]

I never even cared about you, anyways.

Couldn't you see I treated you like garbage?

[ Chirps ] Of course not.

You're a stupid animal.

You're a stupid and horny bitch animal bitch!

♪ You walking away just hurts

♪ As plain as the pain of the tears on my fur ♪

♪ Your bullshit goodbyes as you don't apologize ♪

♪ Treat either of us what we're worth ♪

♪ You're thinking you're doing me good ♪

♪ Pushing me away 'cause you can ♪

♪ Not because you should

♪ You're just projecting through lies ♪

♪ As my blank, sorry eyes are nodding ♪

♪ Exactly as you thought they would ♪

♪ Thought they would

♪ Ooh-oooooooh

♪ Ooh-oooooooh

♪♪

[ Grunts ]

♪♪

[ Tennis ball bounces ]

Almost there.

[ High-pitched tone ]Oh, the light.

It's so loud.

It does evoke a wave of synesthesia,

being here, that is.

Makasu: Where is here?

Inti. It's Inti himself, this place.

It is it is place.

We are at...him.

At him? At'm.

Atum.

Up and attem.

Inti, husband of Mama Killa, leader of the Incan gods,

son of Viracocha, father to Kon, and god of the sun.

It feels so...

overwhelmingly empty,

for a place that is a someone.

Though it is him, it also lacks him at the moment.

At the moment. ATM.

At'm. Atum.

You know, it's the only thing I do.

What is? Umpire things. As a chair.

Oh, really? I would have never guessed.

I liked doing it.

Kinda gave me a -- a -- a raison d'etre.

Oh, raisin -- raisin death.

Ooh, raisin death. I like it when you said "raisin death."

It's fun to do these rhymes. To find the things that rhyme.

You know, you're very good at sports.

I feel like, if they were more themselves,

they would have appreciated a mortal like you,

despite your flaws.

My greedy killing streak?

It's not like gods don't have

a huge death toll on their heads.

I mean, people sacrifice children on their gods.

What? No.

Do they meet judgment, uh, you know, after?

Do you?

Uh, I don't think I've cut my own fingernails

since I was 12 or something.

♪♪

[ Whispering ] What do we do?[ Whispering ] I don't know.

I don't have much of a point beyond the games.

It's kind of in my name.

I am the titular Chair Umpire.

Even though sometimes I get nervous.

Titular.

Titty bur-- Ugh, titty burn.

I don't like that one -- titty burn.

It doesn't -- "Titty burn" does not sound like "titular."

That's weird.

At'm. Atum.

Must be crazy having your life be defined by tennis.

[ As Matthew McConaughey ] [ Sighs ] It's just what I do.

It's just who I am. Matthew McConaughey.

I bet you had a lot to talk about

with the God of Tennis, though. Excuse me?

Yeah, you know, the French God of Tennis

from the old French pantheon, and when they fell apart,

he came to South America and he hung out with the Incans

'cause they love tennis and he loves tennis.

He was my partner, you know, for a while.

The blue guy?

I thought he was with you. Huh?

Y-Yeah, there's no French pantheon, anyways.

And there's no God of Tennis.

I'm pretty sure I'd be the first to know

since I'm all about tennis.

Atom.

Atom.

Like the atom bomb.

[ Explosion ]

Narrator: "Gammeu Setto Machu Picchu."

[ Whimpers ]Makasu.

[ Whimpers ]

Don't act like it's something you should have always known.

You learned right on time.

I don't understand. W-We held hands.

And you are an incredibly soft boy.

[ Tennis ball bounces ][ Whimpers ]

It's also frustrating how gorgeous you are

when you don't get it.

You naturally stomp through ignorance.

All I needed to do

was nudge you further down that path.

You have a reputation, after all.

You always get what you want.

And you stay stuck in your own head,

skirting by on your natural gifts and luck,

trampling on the lawns behind you

as you sing to yourself on the horizon.[ Shing! ]

I'm not really sure what's going on.

I'm freaking --[ Shing! ]

Inti and God of Tennis: A flesh puppet is exhausting to inhabit for so long.

Makasu: Who's talking right now?

And where f-- is, uh, your voice from?

Inti: Come on, you piece of shit.

You think I'd use my actual voice

when inhabiting a flesh puppet by your side?

Man, the fact that being in a meat mannequin like that

reduces me to primal mortal urges

to make love to you terrifies me.[ Whimpers ]

It's good to be back in me!

Oh, God. Why?

It's not like I could come straight to you myself.

I am the Sun, after all.

They'd notice if I was missing.

But now you're here.

♪♪

You're so bright.

A man after my own heart. How sweet.

But the truth is,

I've been dying slowly, just like the others.

So I kinda pricked you with a little soul vacuum,

had you obliterate everyone I ever loved

so their power could be pulsing in your little skull

when you get here.

♪♪

Time is snuffing me, Makasu.

I need a log,

a thick piece of wood just teeming with juice

to light and kindle the solar system.

It's kind of...my job.

♪♪

You can't blame me.

The evil intentions sensed by Mmaagha Kamalu.

It was you. While you were puppeting

the meat puppet God of Tennis puppet.

Oh, my God!

I've never seen someone go from such self-loathing

to pinning all that negativity on someone else so fast.

Face it, we're both probably the bad ones.

But at least I serve a purpose.

I make plants grow and give old ladies booby tans.

And do solar-powered scooters.

You just take.

Which is why I don't feel too bad for the fact

I'm going to be gleefully burning you

within and without me

until we're one large, perfect, celestial

[echoing] object!

♪♪

No, no, no!

♪♪

I'm not letting it end like this, Inti!

Back Pocket Dimension Flying Bear!

Wait. No!

It's pretty convenient for me

that you pushed your little bear servant away,

isn't it?

What a cute, little bear slave.

I'm -- I'm burning!

Just starting to.

No! [ Whimpers ]

[ Chirping ]

My servant![ Chirps ]

My bear from my Back Pocket Dimension.

I'm gonna help you, Makasu.

[ Flames whoosh ]

[ Tennis ball bounces ]

No!

How could you?

Don't pretend you care now!

Well, you know what? I've still got a hand.

Huh! Aaron's rod from Exodus,

used to spread plague.

I beat Aaron in a slam-dunk contest.

Uh, Ukonvasara, the Finnish god Ukko's thunder hammer.

Kind of a rip-off of Mjolnir, honestly,

but I beat him in a hockey con-- Oh, my God!

[ Whimpers ] Yagrush and Ayamur,

the clubs crated by Kothar in Phoenician mythology

and used by Baal to defeat Yam,

which I stole from Baal in a game of Coin Quest.

Wait! No!

I can't. You're burning everything!

To a crisp!

Surrender yourself to the furnace, Makasu.

[ Sobbing ] No!

No! I won't!

I won't surrender!

[ Babbling indistinctly ] No!

Hyuh!

I challenge you to tennis!

Hyuh! Hyuh! Hyuh!

I challenge you, Inti, to tennis!

[ Whooshing ]

♪♪

You've always been [echoing] brilliant.

Uhhhhhhnnn...

Noooooo...

Ohhhhhh...

Whoooa...

No...

Nooooo...

Why were you...

[ Echoing ] Your.

Serve.

[ Folk music playing ]

Bendy Rivers: You're a good kid, Makasu.

I mean it.

♪ The game is over, the game was lost ♪

♪ To centuries of a churning sun ♪

♪ A yellow star

♪ Like a tennis ball just rolling through the sky ♪

[ Echoing ] Game. Set. Match.

♪ We play for keeps, and we lost it all ♪

♪ Racquets broke, and our souls not far ♪

♪ Fadin' off

♪ To a Sunday afternoon Sun ritual ♪

♪♪

♪ We're livin' proof

♪ There's nothing left to hold

♪ Just let it go

♪♪

♪ We were young when this began ♪

♪♪

♪ And now we're old, there's nothing left to stand ♪

♪ For anymore

♪ Just let the castle fall

♪ Just let it go

♪♪

♪ Let your death dance in, smiling eclipse ♪

♪♪

♪ Let the sports be won on your fingertips ♪

♪♪

♪ Grab the game, turn the key

♪ The sun is rising

♪ The sun is rising

♪ The sun is rising

[ Warbling ]

♪♪

[ Laser fires ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Laser fires ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Warbling ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Rock music playing ]Narrator: Put down all those tired,

old "Gammeu Setto Machu Picchu" action figures

and grab one of the most sought-after action figures

of this or any century.

It's the sun god, Inti!

[ Whoosh, sizzle ]

Can we get Lou in here to clean this up?

Uh-huh. Yeah, they're incinerated.

Yeah, yeah, Susie.

Uh, they signed the waiver, right?

I mean, we got signatures on everything?

We're covered? Okay, good.

Well, I just -- I guess we'll get art department

to slap on a warning on the box,

or actually not have the kids open it next time we shoot it.

Okay.

All right, well, I guess I'll see you this weekend.

Yeah, I'm excited. I never rode a roller coaster before,

so that'll be new.

I hear they go up --

Upside-down?

I don't know if that's -- I-I can do that.

Is there one that doesn't do that?

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