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

Bendy Rivers sacrificed himself

to help Makasu defeat the Roman god Viduus.

Our heroes make their way to the tree

at the Center of All Death,

where secret naughty jerks await them.

There's your special little tree, Dr. Legs!

Uh, yes.

You know, the one we have to unplug?

Yeah, I remember that!

[ Laughing ] Yeah!

[ Both chanting ]

We have memories!Yeah.

I remember that!

Nee-yhah!Nee-yhah!

[ Laughing ]

[ Imitates boat horn ]

[ Sobs ]

Makasu: Dr. Legs is having a hard time moving on

because of all the sacrificing we did is making us sad.

Poor Dr. Legs.

Uhh, hey, guys.

After this, manicures and groupies

for the whole band -- on me!

Hey! Oh!

Nice, dude, I bet that --

Everything okay down there?

Uh, yeah, we just ripped your Italian friend

to pieces with a drumming robot, though.

Oh, my. That disappointing sweaty scrot--

[ Groaning ]

♪ Doobie Dooba Dooba Double Brother Down ♪

♪♪

It's seeping into me through all of my holes.

No! My angels!

Don't let the Doobie Dooba Double enter you.

Oh, no.

Yas, bitch.

Shudda-[bleep]-uhh!

♪ Gemusetto, Gemusetto, Gemusetto ♪

Both: Tri-Angel move.

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba! These guys got so many moves!

The first one jumped in the air and became all scrapey claws.

But these guys doin' a Tri-Angel move.

Like "triangle," but there's only two of 'em.

A triangle is made of three parts, famously.

Not quite. The Holy Spirit is within them

and between the folds of molecules.

Ugh, the Holy Spirit's that freak

who wouldn't let me wipe my boner

on anyone back in middle school homecoming.

Heh heh. The Holy Trinity.

Homecoming.Just like my triniditty.

Triniti-titty.

Trini-titty.

Today's titties are brought to you by the number 3.

Cause -- the Father. Effect -- the Son.

Ghost -- the Divine Truth.

Cause and effect -- the law of Christian Science.

Manifesting the divine will!

It's me -- Will. I'm here.

Not Divine William.Oh...

Duh! Heh. Uh, sorry.

Christian Science?

These are those [bleep] that don't like vaccines or doctors,

or, like, medicine.

They're even more insane than normal scientists.

Peartle. Timpa-kneel!

Whoa, it's not working.

My timpani power isn't making them get on their knees

like a command through the power of timpani.

Cultists: Our prayer powers combine.

Gyahh!

No, no, no, no, no! Muffle technique!

Gyahh. Gyahh.

They got here too quick.

Too quick!

Divine ritual, please complete.

It's me!

Not you, Divine Rich...ual.

Oh.No, Rich, it's okay,

They sound the same. I get it.

The material world is an illusion, Makasu.

The spiritual world is the truth.

But then again, what is truth?

Is truth the changing times?

When you brought the afterlives in on each other,

when your multidenominational greed

merged the heavens and hells,

I became aware that there is no real truth.

We both have truths. Are mine the same as yours?

If every subjective whim folds in on itself

in the chaos of everything, you have to decide.

You have to close doors.

The world is tiered and torn by subjectivity!

Keith! Sonata Tata Tata Tata Tata attack.

I shoot my gun, gun, gun![ Groaning ]

Gun, gun, gun, gun![ Groaning ]

Yacht Cock! Scrape his face with your claws!

Oh, God, no, oh, God! God, oh, no!

Yeah. Peartle, go walk on him.

Come on, everybody.

Smashing their bodies with our sexy feet.

Yeah!Josie, you've gotten so good at using percussion.

These were my angel fighters!

You cannot do this.

Your Roman bodyguard and angels

have been whupped broken-style, Christian Scientist.

And our friendship tramples your troops.

[ Grunts ] Ugh, no.

I can't allow you to reset the universe.

That's your plan, isn't it --

to remedy the all-sinner Makasu's

rifts of space time with a quick reset?

Yeah, bitch, it's just like resetting your router.

When you take the coax out to check out the LED light

and the AC adapter.

One light, two light, red light, green light.

Then you kick the computer in the disk drive.

You do not kick the computer.

Excuse? That is reckless.

You can always call your Internet service providers

and they will come over and kick the computer for you, Makasu.

Yeah, but, uh, you shouldn't do that.

You should just hold the button down, hold it --

I, uh -- Go ahead.

I included stretch marks on my, um,

tissues that I would stuff my bra with.

Wow, Josie.

The routers we mentioned turned to recollection

of Tytti's Finnish Mythological tweenage boobs --

galoobs -- galoobs!

No! I'm not letting you reset it.

The only solution to finding universal truth

is removing the substance from all souls!

From the mortals! From the breast things!

From the chaos fingers!

To make everything nothing!

Then -- only then -- can there be truth.

I'm sorry, son, but we all put aside our differences

and became friends to do this.

Yeah, Christian Scientist.

If the real world was nothing but nothing,

how could people come together

and become best friends and have great experiences

like stepping on the corpses of things

you've killed together with your sexy feet?

No. Too confusing. Too mixed up.

I compose Screamur -- the Screamo Lemur!

[ Screaming ]

Woman: Screamo is a sub-genre of punk,

characterized by the use of screamed vocals.

Popularized in the late 1990s,

screamo is a portmanteau of the words "scream" and "emo."

Lyrical themes usually include emotional pain,

death, romance, breakups, and human rights.

Since the early 2000s, the term "screamo"

has been heavily popularized by the mainstream

to describe modern post-hardcore,

and melodic metalcore bands.

The term "skramz" was created to avoid confusion

with bands mislabeled as screamo.

[ Screaming ]

The screaming made me slip and fall off the edge!

Truly this is an edgy sound.

Bwep!Right, Tytti?

Tytti, you're not laughing at my joke about edging,

you're drooling a lot on the floor. Weird.

♪ We're all just cog machines in a pointless gear of life ♪

♪ Twisting out like nothing means I'm nothing ♪

Screamo, bro.

They depressed, but they wanna yell at you.

I get it, man.

I've wallowed in bed and tried to shut off the world,

and punch the walls like an angry straight white boy.

But I'm full of shame about it.

Ashamed of how I cope with shit.

No! We will close the eyes of the universe

and all see the same black!

Makasu! You're goin' bald!

I feel like I'm gonna tumble, Makasu.

All I have is my friends and my hair, asshole!

♪ Eyes closed to pain

I'm becoming a dry alopecian.

Now I've gotta draw my eyebrows in every day.

Grab the tree cord!

Screamo's too powerful! We're screwed!

Unless...

Keith! Bwep.

Arpeggiate Lily Pad.

Cover me in all your pads, Keith. Bweh lily pad?

You gotta make me a man-missile. Man-missile?

Yeah, like a stuffed-grape-leaf man-missile,

so I can protect myself

from the deadly screaming and get close.

But it's dangerous. I know.

But I've done riskier nonsense for my own bullshit.

Why not be risky for everyone else's bullshit?

And hell, maybe I've not learned anything

this whole adventure, Keith,

and I'm just a narcissist

who wants to be the best at everything.

Which is why I've got to do everything I can

to be the best at having a friendship redemption arc.

Oh, my God, you're disgusting, and I love it. Bwep.

Just encase me with your lily pads

and make me a man-missile, Keith.

It's the only thing we can do.

Everyone's screwed. The universe is about to end.

This is the only way we can stop Screamo.

What are you trying, Makasu?

No, his missile-man, lily-pad-encased,

grape-leaf man-missile form

goes through the screaming of my emotional song?

The butterfly emerges from his cocoon.

The afterlives have been like

an emotional purgatory for Makasu.

[ Groaning ]

Josie: He was a super big [bleep]wad and jerk,

but he learned how to make himself

a man-missile grape-leaf attack

and save us even if it is dangerous.

[ Coughing ]

No! The ritual was almost complete!

Makasu: And just then, time froze.

Kind of like when Dr. Legs,

born of the universe falling apart's chaos,

froze time with her special fingernail.

It's all connected.

Wait a minute. No, Keith. Wait, hold up. Keith?

Keith, you can't get sucked into there.

Ahh!

Let me be the one who gets sucked, Keith,

you beautiful little [bleep]

[ Sniffling ]

Learning to make friends in death

beats never having friends at all.

I win at being friends!

He plugged it back in!

The world is whole. The convergence has ended.

Your Christian Science ritual has no effect now.

[ Screaming ]

No! Screamur jumped to his death!

[ Spluttering ]

[ Coughing ] What happened?

Where's Makasu?

Ahh. He reset the universe.

Does that mean he...

Oh, Makasu.

Bwep saved me.

What, little guy?

Makasu saved you?

Bwep was goin' in the bwack hole,

then he breset the booniverse.

Whoa, what a man.

What a booniverse.

Dr. Legs: But Keith is a reflection

of Makasu's blood essence and soul.

So if he was sucked into nothing

in between the universe being reset...

Keith's blood link would -- would --

would -- would -- would...

end.

Welp, this is depressing.

Where are you goin, Tytti?

I got to drive boats full of souls, pals.

I'm gonna miss you.

I miss Makasu.

I was supposed to ferry his soul,

and his dumb ass got sucked into nothing, apparently,

when he fixed everything.

Maybe he been judged and redeemed, Tytti.

Maybe he done did.

I -- I wonder where he is now,

what nothing is, and if he's happy or satiated.

Good bye, Keith. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Makasu.

Tytti: You know, I'm probably gonna need someone

to help my boob brain with my favorite boat

after all the crashing we've done.

Might as well just let you guys hang out with me.

Josie: I know just the person who can help. All right.

Once my diabetic mother dies, she will come to us...

♪ I write the songs that make those young girls cry ♪

♪ I write the songs, I write the s-- ♪[ Telephone rings ]

Bucket: Huh? Hello?Government accountant: Hey there, ma'am.

Sorry to have to call you about this,

but apparently you've been getting checks

from the government for over a decade

for being pregnant with some kind of

test-tube kid super sportsman project?

No, I've been pregnant for 12 years.

They put Makasu's baby in me!

They said I could have his baby!

Ma'am, ma'am, you can have the baby.

The U.S. government's just not gonna pay for it anymore.

I'm sorry, Miss Bucket.