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Previously on "Gemusetto Death Beat[s]"...

Makasu makes adult friends with a bully

he indirectly killed back in high school,

and their musical robots team up.

Meanwhile, Dr. Legs takes them to a ferry boat

to navigate the converging afterlives,

find The Center of All Death, and save the universe.

But with a Hell so messy with religions converging,

can they even stay on the right course?

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Due to unforeseen geography,

all denominations and sects of souls

are to board this ferry together

as we sort out where you'll spend the rest of eternity --

Ughhh...Hey, I'm sorry, sir,

my documentation says you've already reached your afterlife?

Yeah, nerd! What about it?!

Don't call the undead "nerds," Josie, even if he does have

a fold-out table holding historic

Miniature of Steampunk Civil War reenactments.

They're not miniatures, they're little toys! Nerd!

Ferrying souls isn't goof-goof nonsense business-

Can you please stop touching my tiny toys?

Let 'em on, nerd.

[ Coughs ]

But, Tytti!"Butt Titty! Butt Titty!"

Choose a body part to scream about,

you dumb, bone freak nerd.

Tiny Civil War toys are for racists, you stupid nerd.

Hahh!

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Oh, God, no! God! All my tiny -- there --

Makasu, my new pal! Listen!

What I was doing was playful bullying!

You went too far!Jefferson Davis!

Calling someone racist in these times is really intense.

It's a very loaded word.

I'm always going too far, here on these docks!

Both of y'all! Cool it!

Your toxic masculinity is going to ruin everything!

Just like it ruined the Civil War between the states!

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♪ Gemusetto, Gemusetto, Gemusetto, Gemusetto ♪

♪ Gemusetto, Gemusetto, Gemusetto, Gemusetto ♪

-♪ Gemusetto -♪ Gemusetto!

We're on thin ice navigating these hells.

I don't know why the Captain let us on so easily,

but we can't go around bullying the dead, okay?

Ack! But, Dr. Legs!

While we are here on this magical

journey to use friendship,

and the power of our musical magical blood frog rings,

me and Josie are only becoming BFF pals

because we both enjoy bullying people!

Huhh! Uh!

No pants skeleton man.

Heyeyeyeyeyeyeye!

Heyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyeye! Unh-unh.

If we're gonna ride these rivers to The Center of All Death,

you're both gonna need to learn common courtesy!

Both: Common courtesy?!

Thank you for being here on my boat very much.

These are my forearms.

This is my boat, and that's all I got.

Thank you very much.

I have problems with boat captains.

When I was 13 years old, my middle school

took us to go see the Senators, but I snuck into the Navy.

And I saw all the boat people

planning the second Oklahoma City Bombing.

Except I was wa-- it was gonna be underwater.

A conspiracy.

They spanked me hard for sneaking up on them.

Oh! Ah! Ooh!

I'm getting spanked. Ahh!

I've never trusted Naval Officers, since, Captain.

But unlike those rebels from the South,

I will not use prejudice.

I will trust you.

Ummmmmm...

My name is Tuonen Tytti.

I'm from Finland.

Titty, like the breast?Mmmmm.

I'm gonna go drive the boat now,

so don't get sea sick all over your [bleep]

You don't have your sea legs, you little [bleep]

I'm pinching your tummy.

Bye.

Dr. Legs: The Captain let us on too easy,

but these rivers...

these rivers are the cosmic highways

between all spiritual outcomes.

The only path to take us to All Death and save the universe.

The whole thing stinks,

and not just because a chunk of these rivers

are literally made out of excrement.

Like the Hindu Vaitarna, which is full of blood and pus.

And pretty, pretty dolled-up crocodiles,

all pretty for the night.

I surely would subscribe to that crocodile's makeup tutorial.

How about you?I'm gonna get a sandwich.

I could swear that deep within the bowels of this craft,

I could smell snacks.

And sandwiches.

Ahhh!

Noooo!

Tytti: There's no snacks on my boat.

The Captain with her blurred forehead!

I am she!

Tuonen Tytti!

For millennia, I've been guiding souls

across the River Tuoni to Tuonela.

Tuotally. Ehhh.

You can call me Tytti, like the breast.

I was right...

Just like the breast.

Get outta here, dead kids.

Ugh. I hate all these stupid, dead kids around here.

Go on, get outta here! Shoo!

The blurred part of my head is my third breast,

censored through the technology of "mosaic."

Mmmmm.

Ahh, I gotta go get my mop outta the dang closet,

get these dead kids outta here.

Ahh. I hate these dead kids!

Her heaving forehead is the symbol for my mother,

held in her arms as a trembling babe,

suckling at her real-life milk.

I'm brought to the feeling of childhood and the womb.

Uh, ahh! More stupid dead kids.

Uh, I hate these guys.

Makes my job a livin' hell.

She's so nice face chest.

Fwoom.

Okay.

You did it, Makasu.

You sat next to someone without pushing into their space.

Or wiping my nose on their arm! Good job.

Like everybody around me is just one big Kleenex for me to use.

I'm proud of you.

Ah.

Everyone who hugs me...

betrays me...

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I-I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I appreciate your support. I --

You don't like hugs? No touching?

Am I invading your --

Am I invading your personal space?

Oh, Makasu!

Makasu practices being polite.

Hello, how are you?

Hello, how are you?

Hello, how are you? Hello, how are you?

Hello, how are you? Hello, how are you?

Hello, how are you? Hello, how are you?

Hello, how are you? Hello. How are you?

[ Laughs ] Hmm. Hmm. That's nice.

The truth was these polyps...Uh-huh.

...were caused by the tractor dust.Uh-huh.

Because you know my sister, she says...Uh-huh.

Okay.She says, "You should go live in the hole

with all the other old people by the tractor," she says.Uh-huh.

And I knew this tractor hole.Uh-huh.

Because a young man I heard about...Uh-huh.

...used to live by the tractor hole.Uh-huh.

And it was where all the people from the bridge game would go.

Okay.And that's the bridge game

where we'd stab each other...Yeah?

...and see who was the best knife woman.

Uh-huh.

And I was the best knife woman six and a half times.

I get it! Thank you for the story!

Now ask her how she died.

Yeah, uh, was it the polyps, or, uh...

Bridge game...

Bri-- was it --

Bridge... Bri...

game......British...Invasion.

Aw.

Uh, I feel sick.

Being polite to dead strangers has been hard on you.

There, there. There, there.

Oh, dang it.

Dr. Legs, all the toffees I stole from her purse

and shoved up my nose.

Guess I have to shove them back up my nose.

Hehe. Snorfling out toffees?

Aren't we all snorfling out toffees together.

I took them, too, from that yappy old broad.

Oh, wow! Look, Dr. Legs,

I've made a snorfling toffee friend

right here on the deck, and it came so naturally.

You've really made me have charisma, now, a sweet boy!

I have turned you into a sweet boy.

Oh, wow. I'm a sugar baby.

It's a pity once they're dead

you can't butcher them all up again.

Slice their tiny tendons and make a good old

quiche out of her old lady meat.

Nothing better than lady meat in a fun pie.

You get some quail eggs to dilute

those human ham slices and...

I didn't always cook people alive, you know.

It sounds crazy, but once I was too young

to grip their throats and cook a person.

Uhhhhhhhhh...

I had a lotta practice growing up.

You see, when I was just a kid, I microwaved living crawfish.

Got sort of a high from their high-pitched squealing

they made in their death knells.

[ High-pitched squealing ]

I moved on to boiling ferrets when I joined

the Youth Illegal Pet Enforcement League.

Sure, I was supposed to hand over the authorities

illegal pets like ferrets, penguins, sugar gliders.

But I'd take them behind my formaldehyde warehouse

behind where they parked all the school buses at night.

And I would cook them into iodine-drenched quiches.

Ohh, boy.

This guy makes me want to shit myself and play dead.

That's super [bleep] hot, but I'm more scared of him!

People -- People cry out so nice.

It's my aggressive ASMR. Their --

Their howling melts in my ears like --

like crinkle collisions of little ice cubes.

[ Laughs ]

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It was worth it.

Really cool story -- uh!

Ah!

Oh, that guy's losing his tiny toys!

I can't hold on any longer! Ahh!

And then, the tiny toys flew out of my hand.

The tiny toys I spent 17 minutes drying with my tiny rag.

Nooo!

Now these dead kids get in the engine room?!

Wait a minute. Were you not driving the boat,

Tytti like the chest?

What in chest's name is happening?!

I'm gonna have to steer my boat, now! Ohhh!

Vaitarna River has diverted from the convergence coil.

What does it mean, Dr. -- Whoa!

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

Aaah!

Crap.

Uhh...

Ummm...

Ahhh...

Hmmm...

Ahh...

We're going 80 miles per hour!

I'm getting the [Snorts] outta here. Bye.

I don't know what the [Snorts] that is.

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Next time, on "Gemusetto Death Beat[s]"...

a boat full of suspicious characters,

a strange captain, a dead serial killer,

and now crashing in an icy underworld

with a strange chimeric God-sized beast?

What will our heroes do to get out of this frozen mess

without getting brain freeze like from ice cream?

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