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All the polymers have reached peak taughtness --

That's some taughtness!

Oh, Viduus is talking about taughtness,

boys and friends!

Ahh -- oh, fiddlepicks!

Look at that!

Uh!

We just had an ominous vibration.

All around us.Really?

I thought some wife was being treated for hysteria

with 500 wall plugged hitachis in the next room.

That's sounds like a good Tuesday night.

For me.

My angel. Your pretty face.

Your crusty little hairs, your mouth, a blown out diaper --

Ha ha -- yup.

You're naive.

Makasu's team has caused a preemptive convergence

in Suicide Town.

The hells are colliding.

He is close to you!

Oh fiddlepicks -- again!

Are we screwed time-poppy?

Picture you and your best pal, standing at a sidewalk.

Your booties against each other.

And though you're intimately close,

the tribbing of your butts

sending nerve signals up your spine.

You're also facing away from each other.

And more distant than ever.

Though they may be near, they have no idea

we're here doing our own thing at the same time.

Really happy to be working with you guys.

And it was good working with you.

Okay. Okay.

♪♪

♪ Gemusetto, Gemusetto, Gemusetto, Gemusetto ♪

♪ Gemusetto, Gemusetto, Gemusetto, Gemusetto ♪

♪ Gemusetto! ♪ Gemusetto!

Huhhh.Dr. Legs: Okay this situation

looks like it's about to get personal.

I need an emotional bidet right now.

Huh.I need to trim my ass.

Yup.I'm full of regrets.

Hmmm.

I wanna sthmoke menthol cigarettes!

[ Growling ]

[ Roars ]

Dr. Legs -- it seems like using

the magical guitar screams of Yacht Cock,

the Yacht Rock rooster to bring the Center of All Death

closer to us made a lot of problems

we can't just ignore.

Like when my car goes pleh-pleh pleh-pleh pleh, uh, pleh.

I can't just turn up my hip-hop beats,

and pretend it's part of a song.

Yeah, until the check engine light comes on

and you have to tell your ma,

and she gets mad at you about the oil levels.

My Ma was real greasy, good with vehicles;

before she got diabetes.

So she'd be good with boats, too?

She could make you a freakin' boat outta your own eyelids!

She could make you a freakin' boat

out of all the paper that's on the ground!

Does she know how paddles work?

When my ma's around you don't need no freakin' paddles.

I'd probably love your mom!

My ma!

Never thought me and mortal people

would bond about boats or something.

We're here, as a group of pals.

And different faiths have destroyed

the whole city bringing us this big daddy leather pig.

Over here, a messy dog hog, mutt of -- Maori!

Etruscan!

Aztec! Hungarian!

And who knows what else!

It's a mutt of a mess.

Well, no matter what I just wanna say to you guys...

thank yous for the opportunities.

Thanks for the opportunity.

I appreciate the opportunity.

Thank you, for the opportunity.

I like this opportunity as well.

Bwum. Smoking menthol cigarette.

Thanks for the opportunity.

It's been lit fam-- famiglia.

[ Roars ]

At least we got these robots, like Peartle,

my turtle who does drums.

That helps. Right?

Peartle!

Greeyaaayahh!

[ Roars ]

Huh. Oh.

That's like a big dinner plate --

heh, with no steak -- heh.

Mechanical noises.

♪♪

[ Belches ]

Hey guys, what's up.

Real recognize real...

Whoah. [ Chuckles ]

Uh -- hey, who is this thing?

Tytti -- that's my voice!

Don't steal my voice --

what if that person thing likes my voice!

All a person has got is his voice!

It's a voice tribute, Josie.

I got noodle arms -- I'm cool!

Guys -- please stop paying attention to other people

when I'm right here!

The lack of a pubis intrigues me.

Oh really?

Whoah.

Uh -- ah no -- Uh -- Guys, I'm spinning.

Bwaap --

Whaddya want, stud?

Why 'd you crash here... you...

hunky...

dick-daddy --Tytti!

Shut up, ok?Oh...

I really don't have to tell you anything.

Hey -- my eyes are down here -- but you can look wherever --

Haha, look at me -- hey --Tytti!

Oh, I've seen enough breasts.

Even though -- I didn't nurse upon breastsssss...

[ Humming ]

Oy -- sir![ Grunts ]

What goes on in the nuffingtorium?

[ Echoing ] Nothing!Oh.

Ugh, kick your eel in the ass.

Kicking a child like that- such a waste of a good eel!

Granted, I usually have to have an eel on me,

not just for self-defense, but to activate eel doors!

♪♪

Hmm.

Lord Prime Minister, please don't poke at the fetuses.

The fetii --Is it working, Professor Domewell?

M'lord -- Phrenology is not an exact science.

Hmmm. And though, yes,

on a surface level it seems a racist pseudoscience,

your funding for our research into massaging brain folds

with different purées has drawn us closer and closer

to genetic perfection and the perfect brain shape.

In the future, there will be no young men,

no old men, no snowmen.

Tractor men.

Just perfect men.

Fetus -- uhh -- it popped dead!

Eh -- Augh!

Your budget will be cut if you don't show more progress...

Ohh --...Professor Domewell.

We're shipping prisoners to Australia land this summer --

But -- those criminals are our human butt

and brain experiments for making purée fed perfect men!

Matilde Brakelight! Professor Domewell!

In about ten years or so the United States

will be entering a Civil War!

Since you can't seem to engineer Perfection

on a wide scale at all,

I might as well send prisoners on walkabouts

to make them into super soldiers strong enough

to destroy the weakened Americas!

We will have our revenge on them --

even if your experiments are a failure.

Failure! [ Grunts ]

Broccoli's like a tiny soft green tree.

Uh -- uh --

you know, I didn't really need saving back there, by the way,

when your large car stumbled down from the heavens

and uh -- squished that guy -- but um, everybody --

Let us unsummon our musical robot battle amphibians

to show respect to this new man -- guest.

Where I'm from -- which is the suburbs --

we don't trust anyone this clean and beautiful --

And gives you the fire cheeks.

Yeah -- what's your deal, man?

Give us the fire cheeks.

My deal? I'm dealing nothing.

Playing with the fullest deck of cards, sloshing about.

I am -- the perfect human.

What conditioner do you use?

No hair --

Oh, my God -- He's incredible.Whatever.

I could be bald if I tried.

Makasu, you're grown.Eh.

You don't have time to be acting jealous like this anymore.

I'm just scared all my new friends

are gonna like him more than they like me, Dr. Legs.

And that pisses me off.

You pathetic little baby.

Now go ask him for directions, sweetheart.

[ Sighing ] Okay.

Person. I might be jealous of you,

but honestly that's on me.

Do you have any idea how to get to the Center of All Death,

cuz maybe we -- you could take us there,

and I could also -- we could learn to be friends maybe,

and teach each other tricks li-- we -- we could learn skills.

Look, child. There's nothing you can offer me.

You're tofu scramble but I'm a 100% beef burger --

probably leaner, like, uh, hmm turkey beef.

I'm perfect, is what I'm saying.

I eat broccoli, and I sit in dark rooms and think.

I can do multiplication tables without a calculator.

8 multiplied by 8, is sixty-freakin'-four!

Wha?

I remember it like this.

Once upon a time there were two snowmen.

They were walking together one winter, when it started to snow.

On the snowmen in this story.

They couldn't tell the dark from the fog,

from the drippy star sky.

They knew that building a fire

was their best chance of survival.

Two friends worked hard together

and managed to build a fire that was small.

They stared at the life giving flame,

finding not only heat but hope in its warm glow.

And then they melted to puddle men.

64 sticks for fire.

8 times 8 is 64.

Because the two snowmen needed sticks for the fire.

Wait.

I have so many stories for these that I found on the back

of [bleep] covered Highlights magazines in the forest.

Those are supposed to sound the same?

They do sound the same, Tytti.

Uh, no they do not!Yes they do.

I don't need that stupid shit.They sound the same.

I know that 8 times 8 is 64.64 sounds like sticks for fire.

It's just in my brain.It's a trick. It's a mnemonic.

Enough! I see, even though

they had no chance of surviving...

They died with hope in their hearts.

They died together...

Do you think you're full of hope?

I am not full of hope, I am full of cholesterol

because I eat all of the snack pies!

Damn it!You!

Hey- my eyes are down here!

Are you full of --

I bet that'll let you know if he likes you or not.

Well you know what they say, Josie.

If you can't beat em, join em.

And if you can't beat em off...

maybe loosen your grip and tell them to watch less porno.

Matilde: No, Professor!

Professor Domewell: They -- They wanted --

to destroy everything we've worked on, Matilde...

Brakelight.

My legacy -- it's over!

Professor! I'm telling you, one survived.

[ Groans ]Professor! Don't --

wake up!

One survived!

Listen to me, open your eyes!

Don't do this to me, now.

This is our chance.

Oh God.

Oh. Oh.

You!

♪♪

Aw -- man, his finger's pointing at you.

Me?Sucks.

But earlier he was pointin' at you!

Hate to see it.[ Echoing ] You! You! You!

Dr. Legs: This knucklehead gotta Stork Orchestra Storkestra flock!

Are you full of hope?

♪♪

♪ In the runny ruins of Suicide Town ♪

♪ Can barely feel the flowers at my feet ♪

♪ And I know you're perfect, but what about me? ♪

Josie: Where'd I done get me to go to now!

Peartle!

Flap your little cymbals so you can swim towards me!

Peartle!

The Perfect Human: You!

Crap.