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Previously on "Gemusetto Death Beat[s]",

in the Mesopotamian underworld of Kur,

Dr. Legs teaches Makasu to have empathy for the dead souls

there, whose afterlife doesn't involve

a whole entire [bleep] planet.

Instead they eat dust all day.

But they're interrupted by a jacked up, buff, scary man

who claims Makasu killed him 13 years ago.

How did I kill you again?

13 years ago --Oh, yeah, now I remember.

13 years ago, you killed me when we were in high school.

Begrwassi high?

No, not Degrassi, Keith.

Ah, you're so stupid, Keith!

Dude! Empathy!

I'm sorry I said you're stupid.

I love you.

Bw-ith's okay. I'm sthupid. I know it.

I'm learning to love you, and you're not stupid.

Bwell, that's all good to me.

Of all the sins I was reminded of near

the end of my life, that of killing you

weighed on me heavy.

You never even knew my name.

-No. -It's Josie.

He was a bully I foiled, who was beating up some

soccer kids who -- hold up for one second --

you said you're name's Josie?

Yes. Josie.

That is so weird as a name.

Don't make fun of my name!I've never, never heard

the name Josie for a boy, ever.

It's gender neutral.

I mean, no -- I'm not trying to say anything.

There's nothing confusing about it.

I'm not trying to say something about gender.

I understand it's your name.What decade are you living in?

I'm just saying --This is commonplace!

I've never heard it as a name as a boy for Josie.

I'm saying I never heard it.

The same way if I saw a cat with three freakin' ears,

I'd be like, "That's new," okay?

Aaaah!

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Gemusetto, Gemusetto, Gemusetto ♪

♪ Gemusetto, Gemusetto

You 're the reason I have these noodle arms.

You sucked the power from my body.

Hey, Ma, I'm back early.

-No! -Don't try nuthin',

you stupid noodle armed little punk!

After you defeated me,

I went home and startled a burglar

who was burglin' my ma, and he shot me

till I passed on!

Whatever. Keith, activate your sustain pedal.

-Thustain pedal. -We're gonna need

some real good vibrato.

Or what's it called? Vibrations.

-Yeah. -On this piece of shit.

The worst part is you didn't even care about the kids

I was bullyin' and stealin' the lunch money from!

I know! I took their money, too!

We're both terrible people. Get over it!

I had my reasons!

Hi-hat, hilight attack!

[ Groans ]

-Oh, gah, no! -Agh, dammit!

Tempo mo mo moo!

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba- ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba.

You can't just stop Peartle's beats

by overpowering the rhythm section, Makasu!

The BPM is mine, Josie! That's beats per minute!

Treble rebel spear!

Peartle, stop their charge with a tototom domination time!

Whoa.

Makathu, watch out!

You're not stopping me, Makasu.

Not with Neil Peartle.

My drumming turtle.

I'm sorry he killed you, Josie.

But can revenge wait? We have to save the universe.

No, it ain't that he killed me.

It's that, after I was gone,

no one was there to take care of my mother.

She worked really hard as a single mommy,

but then she got sick.

Now, ma'am, that was my playful way of letting you know

that you have...

[ Laughs ]

I love this cat.

Anyway you have diabetes.

Her medicine was real pricey.

She worked extra shifts at the factory,

but it seemed like we couldn't catch a freakin' break.

Sometimes she would spend the few extra dollars

she made on me instead of her insulin.

Ma: Look, Josie!

I bought you wrestling DVDs for your birthday!

What about your insulin, Mommy?

Shu-shu-shu- shush up, baby boy.

Let's watch adult men on these DVDs,

doing their fights.

Jumping on each other.

Josie: As you know, glucose is vital to your health

because it's an important source of energy for the cells

that make up your muscles and tissues.

It's also your brain's main source of fuel.

He's right, I'm Dr. Legs. Show some respect for my name.

[ Chuckles ] Our school's so expensive.

Yeah, our school is expensive.

Josie: I was tired of watching my ma suffer.

And I figured, maybe we didn't need to catch a break after all.

Maybe the breaking was needed to be caught by me.

Those bougie private sports academy kids

had more money than they knew what to do with.

Yeah, maybe I did some things I'm not proud of. Who hasn't?

Everything I did, I did for my Ma.

You?

[ Groans ]

You try to make other people feel small

just so that you can feel bigger.

Forced perspective, like in my favorite movie,

"Tiptoes", where Gary Oldman plays a dwarf.

Or is it called "Midget Old Man"?

I could squish him. I'm so strong and big.

I'm almost 5'10".

More drums!

Whoa.

Whoa.

Drums. Drums! Drums!

You 're all brawn no bras, Josie.

Let him have it with the Phillip Glass Ceiling!

[ Piano playing ]

What the? His use of minimal

repetitive structures has meshed with Peartle's drumming

and somehow brought the stone wall over my head!

Oh, no, now it shatters like glass on me!

[ Glass shatters ]

Crap.

Look how exhausted your turtle is.

-[ Groans ] -Dr. Legs recently taught me

about the concept of electronic nipples.

Empathy.

You're right, not electronic nipples.

Empathy!Empathy.

I said it right.

And it showed me that sometimes true music

doesn't come from hurting your instrument

until it does what you want.Yeah.

But understanding everything it can offer,

even the tender touches.

Bwah?! You mean thath, Mathasthu?

Me and Keith aren't best friends yet.

We got some kinks to work out, sure.

But if I work on understanding him

and what he can offer,

well, I can create music that will soothe the soul

and crush you with the power of battle music.

Easy peasy.

But, Peartle, he has so many drums.

Aaaah!

Your beats might be fly, Josie,

but you're no percussionist.

How could you be?

You're just a drummer. You just bang on your drums.

You don't even use all the instruments.

You don't even tickle me with the brushes.

You don't tempt me with the triangle.

You don't do anything.

Pe-Peartle, i-if only I was a good percussionist

and used my tools.

You can build a shell up around you and protect yourself,

you can act tough so that nobody can

come in close, but you can't be a percussionist

no matter how hard you try until you learn to play

more than just the drums, Josie!

Like me and how I'm learning to play people

around me like they're instruments

and we're all part of a friendship song.

[ Piano playing ]

-Hey! It's those big jerkwads. -Hey!

You jerkwads destroyed our afterlife!

You better get us a big old [bleep] planet,

or we're gonna drown you with dust and make you a big

dust pile that we can make love to as a group!

Aw, yeah!

[ All grunting ]

Yo, these Sumerian Spirits want to squish y'all.

Aah!

Makasu, we got to bounce!

[ Coughing ]

Dust! Dust!

My boxer briefs are filling with dust!

It's riding up my cracks!

Oof. No, no.

Hey, drummer, want help us out?

But I'm worthless.

Peartle is exhausted!

My arms just noodles!

I can't fight, and besides, we're enemies.

I got some things to say to you.

Some things? Say? You?

Friendship isn't some big magical answer,

something you wait to find,

something that's got to be perfect.

Life isn't a series of breakthroughs.

This is what I'm realizing through the consequences

of my tragic death and my quest to learn embaoly --

-Empathy. -Empathy, I get it!

Bye-bye.

Life is a series of decisions.

When we were kids, did we have the perfect friends

that magically aligned with who we are,

or did we just have boys who through sheer coincidence

lived a few doors down and liked throwing rocks at dead fish

and peeing on the neighbors' roses?

Yeah, I get you, Makasu! The fish in the creek.

You can't wait to love, Josie.

You got to choose to love others.

Let's be adult friends.

B-b-b-b-bubble.

B-b-b-b-bubble.

Aaah!

♪ Suffocate your throat place! ♪

♪ Suffocate your throat place! ♪

♪ Suffocate your throat place! ♪

They're trying to suffocate your throat place!

We got to go!

But my noodle arms.

This isn't a disability, Josie.

It's an opportunity.

People do Special Olympics all the time

to celebrate their differences and cerebral palsy.

What are you talking about, Makasu?

Dr. Legs doesn't even have legs,

and she tries her best every day.

True. I just have fingers.

How about our musical robots come together

and make a magical jam session?

-Yeah, man. -And everyone's rocking

their balls off, and meanwhile, I'm grabbing your noodle arms

and spinning you around and feather dusting

all these weird dust MILFs like a french au pair

coming home real quick so she can clean herself off

and get ready for her lecherous boss

to play cribbage on her tits.

That reminds me of music.

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

[ Laughing ]

Together: Adult friendship!

Dr. Legs: I never expected this bond of friendship to happen.

And now they're adult friends.

Maybe Makasu does have the musical robot power

to restart the universe and save the afterlives.

♪ Adult friendship is friendship with adults ♪

♪ We're over 20, but we're still hanging out ♪

♪ We have time to get together, but only if we make plans ♪

♪♪

Viduus: These pieces of shit lose their flavor so quick,

I love it --

Vidu-du-du-du-du-du.

Blyeguuu.

Christian Scientist: With this sigil, Viduus,

we will remove all souls from the material.

We will do the Lord's work!

Flu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu -- This is the best part.

It just tastes like the plastic parts of a lady's parts.

Get that out of your mouth!

Makasu's on his way through the afterlives here

to try to restart the universe.

But you know what we got to do?

Elevate the material to the immaterial.

And do all this before the convergence,

you dumb [bleep] slut!

This is a big twist.

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