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Narrator: Previously on "Gemusetto Death Beat[s]"...
Makasu is being hunted down for his sins
by many deities and psycho-pomps.
But manages to convince the ferry woman, Tytti,
to postpone his cosmic judgement,
in order to help his group of pals save the afterlives.
Despite the fact that he was a cocky asshole
who tragically burned to death and deserved every second of it.
I feel like George Washington...
D.C.
You wanna cross the Delaware, Makasu?
I don't know.
[ Sneezes, sniffles ]
Ugh.Thomas Jefferson.
No!
All: Ah!
Wedged up my pink sock is this firecock!
Ah! I chipped a nail!
It was my calendar nail
that tells you what day of the week it is!
Now it just says "Tuesd," and who can read that?
I can't even read that!
From the mid to late 1800s, those horny [bleep]
would call fire hydrants "firecocks."
Get your mind out of the gutter,
where all the water from the fire hydrant goes.
Whoa...
Man, these rivers are acting weird.
What is this place? Huhh!
[ Laughs ] We keep hurting ourselves!
Ugh! Ow!
Ow! Ow.
This is what friends do -- suffer together.
I keep having to change your map, Legs,
'cause all the afterlives are moving!
But it looks like we've arrived at Diyu,
the Hell of Chinese Traditional Mythology.
Currently, we're on the 14th level of the West Hell --
Suicide Town. That's nice.
That's where all the people who make smartphones go to
when they die. Very cool.
The important thing is, I have three cameras.
That's nice.
You know, I always wanted to be a suicide girl boy.
But fishnets. -Josie!
You wouldn't wanna see me in fishnets.
I'd love to see that!
-Hmm. -Ah.
Ah! Crap!
Makasu: This is what friends do.
Yo, this rain is pain rain.
It makes you bleed, son.
Let's go inside before we rain to death.
Okay?
Alright!
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
-♪ Gemusetto -♪ Gemusetto
We're in luck, guys. Suicide Town
is full of buildings like most towns.
Makasu!
These newspapers we're wiping ourselves with
are greasy with bicycle juice.
Because we're in the bicycle shop!
Hah!
You know, looking at this bike just reminds me
how much I'm gonna miss my boat.
'Cause bikes sucks so bad.
And they really don't compare to boats.
Which are my favorite. I love boats so much.
Bikes just sink in the water.
Tytti, it's crazy you gave up on ferrying Makasu's soul
to help us reset the universe.
I ferried souls for centuries.
If the world is as screwed as you say it is,
I better fix it before --
before I shepherd your soul myself, Makasu!
Man, you're crazy! I'm enjoying it!
I'm enjoying making friends!
Yeah, nice, Makasu!
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
Those 10 were for me.
Hah!
Compose you, Keith!Bweh!
Peartle! Yacht Cock!
Yah!
Whoa, whoa, okay. Everybody stop. It's okay.
Everybody calm downs.
Nobody needs to get hit with musical robot power!
Hmm.
Okay? Blee-oh!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!Keith!
-I'm doing a wheelie! -Relax, my bicycle gang!
Lower your bikes.
Uh, I-I'm sorry. Keith, my musical battle frog,
and I have been working on our relationship,
but sometimes he has a temper, okay?
Bleeeer.
You're the newcomers to Suicide Town.
Thuicide? Keith!
-How'd you do it? -Yeah! How'd you do it?
Beep, beep, beep! Come on, guys.
But seriously, how'd you kill yourselves?
Ahh...
I-I guess I killed myself when I let my ego get too big
and -- and I was engulfed by the flames of the sun
in a tennis match.
-Wow. -That's pretty cool.
Beep, beep, beep! And the rest of you?
Uh, actually he got me killed through the transitive powers
of removing the power from my arms and making them noodles
so a burglar killed me in front of Ma.
-Uh... -Damn. That's pimp.
Uh, eh -- and... And neither of us are mortals.
Mm-hmm. Oops.
Hmm.
Beep...beep.
Beep. Beep.
Okay, bitches, I've decided.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
You, as the leader of your group,
have killed yourself in a awesome way,
so you're allowed to be part of our gang in Suicide Town.
Yeah, yeah!
I forget what suicide means.
Suicide Town has been real weird lately.
By the way, most of these places, shop, we're walking by,
they serve dim sum, soup, and my favorite, cold chicken.
These are little wet sandwiches!
Yeah, that's right.
And soup is just chunky juice you eat!
You tell 'em, Makasu!
Excuse me, dude.
Huhh! Please, call me Gearpiss.
Come again? Gearpiss.
Oh. What's up with Suicide Town?
Where are all the dead people?
Okay. Yama once oversaw this place,
guaranteed we'd wander aimlessly,
suffering for disrupting the nature of reincarnation
by killing ourselves, um...
But for some reason, Yama disappeared recently.Eh.
So we all flipped the car over and start riding bikes.
[ Cheering ]
It was very fun.
But without a punishing god, there's no law here.
And the fun of flipping cars
and riding bikes is getting old fast.
And the others, they trying to say
they're the new kings of Suicide Town!
Bah! -Hey.
I think the pain rain gave my boy here a face cold.
Huh?And we need some...
acetaminophen...
Aceto-men-o-phin-- -No, Doc --
We need to get some acetaminophens.
We're going! Oh.
'Kay.
This might be bad for my liver.
Ahh.And I form habits quick.
Don't you remember, Makasu?
Eh! You killed Yama!
You killed an aspect of Yama!
I'm a big guy.
Yama is a deity across Hinduism
and sects of Buddhism -- cross denominational
And you trippin' his ass into frozen ice
and makin' him blood puddle --
Uh, I'm sorry, sir. Can I take a photo of your shirt
with my three cameras on my phone?
Mmmm. No, but I bet you were going to anyway.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]I'm sorry.
Obedience is more important than sacrifice.
See, I apologized, Dr. Legs!
I'm good at being friendly!
Did you hear what I just said?
Huh? Uh, are you listening to me?
Yes, damn it!
Huh!
You're worried they'll hate me for killing their Death King,
but that means I'm their King, and everyone has to like me!
And that's the point of our journey, for me to make friends!
[ Cackling ]
♪♪
Man, I already had 16 pills.
Eh, probably not a big deal.
Tytti: Damn.
Why's it gotta have these dumb soft t-tires
and not float? This sucks!
Beep beep! Please don't touch my tires, please.
Ohh.Ohh.
He's hiding behind the car!
Y'all are stupid!
Stop! Don't waste the bottled pain rain.
What the heck is happening?
Josie, snipers!
You're sticking your finger through your breast ring --
oh, God.
Yacht Cock!
Peartle! Josie!
I'm gonna use Yacht Cock to empower your noodle arms,
and you can use Peartle to give you the strength
to yank 'em down!
Desperate Eagles!
Don Hen-ley Attack!
♪♪
My noodle arms -- they have a use.
Snapback Clap!
♪♪
-Ugh. -Oh!
Ahh.
We're just passing through, Gearpiss!
Hah! Goosehead!
You tried to ambush m-- ambush us!
But guess what? We got new cool guys in our gang
with musical battle robot rings.
As good as my Rock-A-Beetle?
[ Screaming ]
♪♪
[ Harmonica playing ]
♪♪
What the heck is this old Western showdown spaghetti?
They're our rival gang here in Suicide Town!
Heh.
Enough!
Ba-ummmmm.
Duhhhh. Thumoneh.
Pentatonic Corpse Display!
Narrator: The pentatonic scale is a musical scale
with five notes per octave.
Variations were developed across many cultures
since ancient times and the nature of the scales
aids in modern improvisation
because the notes used usually work well over chords
diatonic to the key of the song.
The scales are easy to create
and use for musical improvisation,
and some educational philosophies,
like Waldorf schools, encourage children
to dick around with instruments
that can only play notes from a pentatonic scale,
in order to limit what might sound like mistakes
and encourage openness and experimentation.
Bwah, bwah, bwah, bwah, bwah!
Makasu: Ahhh.
I have slain your old King!
I am now your wrath and judgement!
Whoa, he got Yama's head, dawg?
This seems fusticious.
[ Keith groaning ]
Oh, great, you perky little asshole, you freed us.
But that doesn't mean you're in charge!
Oh. G-Gearpiss?
It was only a matter of time.
This man killed himself in the most radical, badass way --
being burned by the sun.
Oh, you meatheads with your pain and your gym equipment
and your cute little bruises.
But his instrument of death was not the sun, in the end.
It was ego. Ego.
Oh! Ego?
He used his own emotions to earn his demise?
Oh. Ego.
[ Munching ]
Makasu, what the shit you doin'?
You want my pansexual joke?
Alright. I'm a pansexual.
I'll fry anything once.
[ Coughs ] Mm. [ Laughs ]
♪ Tytti!
♪ City! Shitty!
My name is Tuonin Tytti.
I'm from Finland. -♪ Tytti!
Get it straight!
♪ Her name is Tytti!
♪ She's in the city!
♪ She's barely shitty and now she's full of pity! ♪
Narrator: Next time on "Gemusetto Death Beat[s]"...
Makasu going too far with his gobbling of acetaminophens?
What is he planning with his newfound power
he has over suicidal bicycle guys?
Put your mommy in a reflective vest
and get ready for the most annoying Makasu we've ever seen.
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