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

Formerly alive sportsman Makasu, the All-Sinner,

has teamed up to save the universe

with the detective who tried 10 years

to arrest him for mythological crimes.

But as the hells have almost completely converged,

how do our heroes get through one of the esoteric doorways

to the Center of All Death they've found?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Makasu, the door -- it's wet!

That's crazy!

Oh, um, I think the door is really cool.

-Wet door. -Hot wet door burning my hands.

-Wet door! -Nasty...

W-Wet, wet door.

That's crazy.

Sorry for all the blood, Makasu, but do you mind?

Look at detective small dick over here,

apologizing for bleeding everywhere,

while taking out his magnifying glass at the Bar Mitzvah

to find his micro-penis.

-No! -Mazel tov!

Mr. Shalom here's got a small wiener!

No! Ugh! Don't comment on his genitals and junk size.

Shalom yourself, Dr. Legs,

but we've all got weird bits, okay?

My urethra is huge and flexible!

Hah ha ha ha ha.Don't you dare laugh at my urethra.

It's funny, he's actually right when he says "Shalom."

Little man -- that's Hebrew!

It's not actually water in this gateway...

-Well, it's a wet door. -Hmm?

No, not wet at all. -Now you're telling me it's dry?

No, it's not about the humidity of the door.

Ju-Just listen.Okay, dude.

There are many spiritual paths into the Center of All Death,

at least according to what research at

INTERPOL has suggested.

-Ohh... -This is a Jewish Gateway,

corrupted with tumah mucus

of the most unholy slime.

Is this made of fruit leather?

'Cause I wanna eat it right off of you.

-You filthy hog. -Hats.

Hats and garments from every religion.

-Oh, gosh dang! -Just in case.

-Yeah, that's a lot of hats. -Hats.

But this Jewish hat reminds those of the Jewish faith

that God is always there and to fear heavenly judgement.

-Hats. -It can purify the slime.

Do all Jews think this about their hats?

Hats.I don't want to say all anyone, anything.

Th-That's the thing with faith, how you respect the myriad

of interpretations. -Boy. Boy. Boy.

Now the mucus is taharah...

You're tripping all over these fruit leather vest suits.

I think you taught Makasu one of his last lessons!

-Hats. -Uh, wait, what? What lessons?

Nuance. Respect.

You can focus on all the glitz and glamour and sex parties

that religions and cults offer,

the relics and the gold and the islands full of altar boys.

But Bendy here, instead of just collecting what he likes,

he collects hats, Dr. Legs.

-And no one likes hats. -Hats. Hats.

But his hats show an openness to understanding.

As a spiritual detective, it's my job to try and understand.

Dr. Legs: It's hard to believe someone who tried

and failed to arrest Makasu

for 10 years would have so much wisdom.

But on the other hand, he does come off

as a small-dick manic pixie patino Latino confused guy.

We don't even need to smash things with a tennis racket

or murder with robots. His respect of these hats...

Hats....let him have a nonviolent solution

to getting through this door situation.

I-I must say, sometimes I get carried away

and want to smash, too. -We should totally smash dicks

after this 'cause you're so small and I'm so turned on.

And when I say, "Smash dicks," I mean remember my backstory,

is that I was a sportsman with great flexibility training,

and my urethra can actually stretch

three times as wide as anyone else's.

And that means you can put your whole penis inside me.

And that's just my backstory.

♪ Gemusetto

♪ Gemusetto

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♪ Gemusetto

♪ Gemusetto

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♪ Gemusetto

♪ Gemusetto

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Dr. Legs, somebody's walking down the stairs.

And Josie's molesting the walls!

These dang hard walls are marbled.

Hahahahaha! Yes! Marbled! Marabled?

-Marbled. -Marabled. Marabled.

Man, I can't say it. Hahaha!

It's him on the stairs who was there!

-Viduus! -Marbled.

Like a game of marbles.

Agh! There's cloth in my eyes!

[ Groaning ]

He's attacked his eyes!

It itches my eyes!

Yacht Cock Air Supply!

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Oh, no! Watch out! No, Tytti!

You can't tell Tytti what to do!

-Eyugh! -Ohh!

[ Munching ]

Dr. Legs: Viduus is the Roman God of separating souls from the body

and your Robotic Musical Battle Companions

are an extension of your soul!

Ah, I got a booby boo boo.

No one bruises my breast friend's best breast!

Even if they're a hot-looking teamster!

Glissando! Tongue! Reach!

Here we go! Bwah!

-Ohh, my finger! -Makasu!

His attack on you will be worse deadly because,

unlike Tytti, you are a mortal with no breast on your face

to break your fall!

Hahahaha, that's funny.

The hydrophobic polymers that make up

this gum create super elasticity.

Almost like I have my own detachable tongue weapon!

[ Grunting ]

Ow! Now I'm on the floor!

The blood under my skin has almost made

my own mortal head breast...

Oh, if only I had hit the hit! Ohh!

We will not be disturbed!

Viduuuuuuus!

Ugh! That's my throat!

You bloated meat boy!

The ritual is almost complete!

Ahh!

Wh-Wh-Wh-What the shit's goin' on up top, big guy?

The undoing of everything!

Makasu, the red-clad All-Sinner,

when he caused the Afterlives to rupture upon his death,

I met my new master,

and he told me we can't just let the universe fall to chaos.

We must rip it's very soul away!

Mortal, immortal, all tangibles becoming intangibles!

Y'all messin' wit ripping the souls out of all things?

Agh! Ugh!

It's not enough for us that everything becomes chaos.

Everything must be intermixed and swirling together.

Peanut butter, chocolate, dog bites, syringes,

oysters, chlamydia, everything.

That's what my master desires.

And my soul powers and soul chewing gums will help him.

Theremanatee -- my musical robotic water mammal!

I compose you!

No! No, Bendy Rivers,

he can remove your blood-essence-soul power

from the musical ring that controls your battle robot!

Agh, my soul removing finger power?

Sorry, ah, I noticed you used pointing power

to remove the soul energy

from battle amphibian to music with blood ring,

but the telekinetic manipulation music of, uh,

my scream laser scary "wee-oo" make finger go wow!

But restraining my power is not enough. I can still...

Ploguh! Ploguh! Ploguh!

Agh! You'll give up soon enough!

Plugoh! Plugoh! Plugoh! Plugoh!

-Agh. You chewy -Plugoh!

-Ahh. I'm sniffling. -What?

Lady, you don't even have

a musical battle robot ring companion

or powers like spit power. Blug!

Or soul removing power. You're just snapping!

That's just normal music!

What do you plan to accomplish with that?

Is it just for the [bleep] of it, lady?

What's your problem already?

Plugoh! Plugoh!

As soon as this tiny [bleep] gets ripped

by my cosmic polymer chew chew, you're all finished,

and my Master will complete his -- Ugh!

Doc Boom! Hahahaha.

He didn't get the fact that you, uh, used your snap

to hide my Peartle's snaps!

You're such a genius.

Good Vibrations!

Thou shall -- [ Gurgling ]

Good using the vibration style to lift him up,

good distraction snaps. Now to Escasplade!

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We are doing very well in this fight!

Uh, uh...

Bendy Rivers, the spiritual detective!

My nemesis!

Ahh, tribbing the floor, ahh...

My nemesis!

I wasted my life trying to get to you, Makasu,

arrest you for a spiritual crime.

Shhh, no, shut the [bleep] up. Shut up.

Shut up your stupid face. Shut up.

I wasted my death running

from my loving wife who is still alive,

Sonia, my wife, and lots of children and --

No. It wasn't a waste. It wasn't a waste.

Prove it!

Prove that this double dying I'm doing is not a waste!

Bendyyyyy!

Ahh, I'm stuck all in gum.

Of all the people who have double died

doing a second death on this death adventure w--

in the afterlives where I've gotta reset

the Universe at the Center of all Death

before a group of chanting cultists

makes everything into nothing. [ Gasps ]

-Hats. -Your double dying makes me

the saddest mourner of double dying of all time!

-Oh. -Ow, uh!

I know you're double dying right now, Bendy,

but don't push your head against my, uh, new face bruise breast.

It's a little rude. -In another life...

-Okay. -...I would have been...

-Okay. Well, sorry. -...a great...

Nyan Nyan Kitty maid.I'm sorry -- I'm sorry I'm interrupting --

I'm sorry I interrupted you while you were dying.

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I apologize for interrupting when you died.

Foster mommy and daddy!

Why weren't you at my high school graduation?

-Makasu. -Everyone's dead! Oh, wow!

I did it, my son.

I got rid of everyone involved in the project.

You don't have to be a super sportsman anymore.

Holy [bleep], you're my dad.

You're -- You're safe.

No one can make you stretch your flexible urethra

open for the government. I did it for you.

No [bleep] off, [bleep] you.

Where do you get off showing up after you left us,

and you drove mom crazy, and I haven't had a real family ever,

and h-here I am, a fresh face, barely legal, nubile slut,

who got a full athletic scholarship

to any university in the world,

and you're saying I don't have to be a sportsman?

You think I run faster than everyone else just to be cool?

Do you think I [bleep] older men for a reason

other than getting a phantom of your approval?

-I spent sixteen years -- -Oh, okay, I'm sorry. I'm sor--

I apologize for interrupting you dying, oh, okay.

I never needed you. I never needed anyone.

I'll be bigger than you.

Even if I have to kill God to do it.

But I did need other people.

And when you need other people, you get sad when you lose them.

Double death is like dying, but after you died.

Double death. Double dying.

Thus the dying is even more dead style.

Dr. Legs: He done double died.

Like we seen others, like, double die.

Only the good double die young.

I'll make sure, as the boat woman that I am,

to ferry your soul with the utmost respect, kid.

No matter what happens up those stairs,

I'm not breaking up this friend group.

You guys give me a reason to live,

even if I am already dead.

This is rock and roll music.

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