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Narrator: Previously on "Gemusetto Death Beat[s]" --

formerly alive all sinner Makasu

tasked with saving the universe

as Dr. Legs used her last time stop fingernail

in order to give him time to go piss

during his deadly musical robot battle

with Maat, Egyptian Goddess of Law, Morality.

In the moments in which he was peeing,

his musical battle robot amphibian,

Keith, unintentionally gives him an idea.

Oh, my God. I have an idea.

Agh!

Alright, Keith. You sure that's where you were?

Agh. I can't hold -- Agh, I can't hold time this long.

Agh! You peed for a very long time!

Yeah, but Keith has got to be in the exact same place

he was before, Dr. Legs, or else it's gonna be

a time paradox.Bwep bwep bwell.

Hey, that's - uh, ehh.

You 're killing me, Makasu Agh!

Makasu: Well, if Maat thinks we cheated, I mean,

I bet that pig bitch is a real narc.

Probably just looking to find weed in my shoes-

Uh-oh! Okay!

Bwhoa, oh!Keith!

Remember what you told me in the toilet?

Lick what you're gonna lick!

Bwep, Keith gonna lick what he gonna lick.

Oh, my God.

I have an idea.

Glissando tongue reach!

Bwhere we go!

Not the tongue on his nose!

No!

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[ Indistinct talking ]

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♪♪

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Keith isn't strong enough, man!

Wargh!

Wa-wag, wax-wa bwa bwa.

Whoa!

This mystery river saved my fat ass.

Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bumByup, bweh!

Is she defeated?

Ting-toong-ting- toong- -Doubt it, man-

The celestial convergence.

Think of it this way --

the spiritual journey of a person is kind of like

a spetti-sp-sketti- sketti, right?

A line from birth, to death, to judgement, to, afterlife.

When you died, it was like a jumble of pasta noodles

folded in on each other, and got bunched up,

disrupting the idea of beginnings and ends,

each noodle representing

a different faith's machinations for your soul.

Oh no. When I died, the noodles got mixed up.

Keith: Bwbwbb- pasta water.

That's right, little frog.

Pasta.

This here dumb river is a noodle out of space-time --

the River Styx from Hades.

No wonder it smells like smelly Greek man groin.

Ahh, ancient Greece.

Smell of the groin.Bl-blp-blub-blub

If we wanna get to the source-

the center of all death-

we got to follow the twisted noodles.

Keith, diddle me-diddle me, Ivory!

Keith: Bup-bu-bu-bu-bu- bap-bu-bah-bah-bah,

bu-bah-bah-bah! Hep-hup-hup-hup!

Makasu: The limestone seems to be growing upside down Lime Trees.

The true secret of the pyramids.

The true secret of the pyramids.

No one knew. And now, we know.

Wow.Yo, be careful.

We're not safe. This doesn't seem safe.

Ack- a lime fell on my head.

The secret of the pyr- ow! Another one.

When life gives you limes, take those limes,

hold them close, make love to them,

start a family, then, leave them,

so your lime children are traumatized by your absence,

and can't make lime connections with other limes.

Oh my, God, is that why I had no lime friends?

My dad left.

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This lime's just a simile.

Gasp! I knew it.

You can't get one past me. I know when things are dead.

Whoa! She deep-throated the skeleton

down to her esophagus.Byup bone throat!

Oh my God, now she's got two skeletons inside her.

Most people only have one.

Oh my God, she's got two skeletons!

Oh my God, I've got one skeleton!

That's not just any skeleton.

It's Charon!

The boatman psychopomp of Hades.

As the worlds churn in on each other,

Charon must have been pulled in the current.

Oh, no, don't. Not straight towards my mouth.

Oh- Oh-ohhhh-ungh-uhh.

Charon is operating his blood battle ring

from her body inside!

He's tasked to ferry your soul, as well, Makasu!

Totally bogus!

Yeah, I agree. Bogus.

Totally.

Their Robotic Musical Battle Men have merged.

Oh, really?

Bwoh- bweh- bweh- bweh- bweh- bweh- Bwup.

Bweh, Byuh!

Bwah!

[ Bass tone plays ]

Makasu, you've got to try, man.

I can't. Ahh!

[ Bass tone plays ]

Makasu, let me slap the bitch out of you.

Wipe that bitch off your face.

Ahh! Oh, God, no!

You've got to try, bruh!

No. I can't use my blood energy

to make Keith tough enough to counter this!

Boy, you just got to try, and raise your heart...

rate to get more power.

Dr. Legs, I have a resting heart rate of 39 beats per minute

because of all the sports I did.

I can't make it any higher, unless...

first love's kiss memory.

Must channel a memory of passion.

When I was 8 years old, I stole my neighbor's

Bedlington Terrier, and the stupid mutt

pissed all over my, uh, poofy cleats.

Oh my G- what are you...

Those are my poofy cleats!

Wha-- What are you doing to my poofy cleats!

And I was such a dumb idiot,

I walked straight up to the neighbor,

presented her my pissed-up poofy cleats

and her dumb Bedlington, and I watched her cry like a coward.

Oh, my God.

Your dumb Bed-- dog pissed-up my pooshy-- poofy Cleats.

You found my dog.

No! I did a practice kidnapping!

Uh...

I practiced kidnapping your dumb dog,

so I'd be good at kidnapping things,

so I could exploit people in the future!

You idiot! I see you!

I see all the stained-glass windows you have.

I needed to figure it out.

You're rich!

Ow!

Ow, ow, ow! I'm being spanked!

Ow!

I guess everything that's been the total worst for me --

well, that's something I deserved.

My poofy cleats!

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Ow. My butt's sore.

I wonder if this trauma will develop into a kink.

Now, young Makasu, I heard what you did.

You stole this lady's Bedlington Terrier.

She spanks my little boy butt raw,

and then calls the cops on me?

What a freakin narc she is!

I hate old people. Old stupid woman.

What a stupid old narc hag.

Makasu, where'd you learn to talk like that?

My family. They taught me English,

and they taught me that narcs get punched in the face.

Stupid narcs. I'm gonna punch her in the fa --

I'm gonna punch... stupid narc.

You 're really one messed up kid.

Typical from a stupid cop.

Slut.

What are we gonna do with you, young Makasu?

Shut up, Sheriff, and kiss me.

What?

You filthy little boy.

I'm gonna tell your foster dad.

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Kiss me, Mr. Cop.

-For real, dude? -What?

You were underage. You were a child.

Ah, screw you, Dr. Legs.

I might have been only 8 years old,

but that stupid horny slut cop was asking for it.

You know what?

In the end, I don't judge you.

All cops are asking for it --

a big old kiss on the lips.

Ugh! First love's kiss memory!

Bwep-bah bah, bwep, bwep, bwep, bwep blagh blagh!

Slam the keys!

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Yes! You've reached inside it!

What did you find, Keith?

What did you find?

Bwuh, fish cracker.

Huh. Dang. Fish crackers.

The kind you put in your mouth.

Dang.

[ Bass tone sounds ]

Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum.Bweh! Bweh!

We can follow the water here.

It seems all the rivers of every hell are colliding.

It must be the path to the Center of All Death.

Hey Keith, you did great.

Thank you for listening.

Uhh-ahh, ohhh!

I need to learn to be nicer to my tiny friends, Dr. Legs.

I've neglected them in the past.

In some ways, Keith isn't a friend, Makasu.

He's a reflection of your blood essence and true self.

Whoah. No wonder he sucks.

Oh, uh. Hey.

It's like every morning, when I look in the mirror,

and I realize how ugly and disgusting I am.

And that no one will like me

unless I trick them into liking me.

Stupid ugly garbage.

♪ Music is stupid, Music is dumb ♪

♪ Listen here friend let me tell you somethin ' ♪

♪ Don't got time for lyrical drivel ♪

♪ Hate that band on Jimmy Kimmel ♪

♪ Rather live my life in silence ♪

♪ No tunes, no melody is where the mind is ♪

♪ When my yearly celebration comes along ♪

♪ I put cake in my ears not to hear the song ♪

♪ Install soundproof curtains in my shower ♪

♪ Put in ear plugs during rush hour ♪

♪ Sold my iPod

Josie: Makasu.

Of all the pretty boys to rip me from this hell belly.

It's time for my revenge...

for these noodle arms you gave me.

Narrator: Next time on "Gemusetto Death Beat[s]" --

will the mysterious man with noodle arms

noodle up the heroes' opportunities?

Death is like a series of noodles -- bunched up noodles.

It all comes down to noodles.

Next noodle.Now, that's using your noodle.

Man: Now that's using your noodle. You've got to use your noodle!