Original subtitles

-Cg two, this is dispatch.

What's your status.

-20 klicks to the drop zone.

Hot as hell out here.

Looks like smooth sailing.

Over.

-Copy that, cg two.

The goose is loose.

-Oh, wish these things had bigger seats.

-Juicypops!

They're coming!

They're coming!

-They're coming!

-Oh shit.

Where the hell did they come from?

-Keep back, you little garden gnome.

-Juicypops!

-And you're dead.

That dude just got a motorcycle up his butt.

-Wheelie time!

-That was stupid.

I say weave around, like a snake.

Narrator: Aachi and ssipak!

We are pooping in a pot, we all

love to poop a lot.

Announcer: The diaper gang's latest hijacking is foiled by

shiball city police.

-This department is committed to tackling the diaper gang

problem once and for all.

-Have you been pooping for your country?

-I can't go when people are watching.

-Drink flogurt, the laxative of patriots.

-Did, you chode.

Did you even count these?

We're two short.

-Uh, you know I can't count.

Aachi: Are you just pretending to count?

-Yes.

Did you even graduate from kindergarten?

Baby can't count, baby doesn't get a share.

-Yeah right.

I can count to seven.

-You gotta take it easy.

You think you can count to seven?

Prove it.

If you can count to seven, I won't shoot you in the face.

-Listen to this, fucker.

1, 2, 90, 3.

I-I'm running out of numbers here.

So I'm gonna through you against this wall.

Let's go steal some more juicypops.

-You knocked my shoes off!

-Ha ha ha.

Look at these cretins.

Turd burglars.

Trying to keep their poo to themselves.

Selfish.

They'll be the death of our great society.

Wouldn't you agree, captain?

Uh, yes.

It's, uh, dangerous to keep it inside of you when...

-You shit.

Diaper king: We were once a noble people, and

delivered our turds to the city with pride in return for

our precious juicybars.

But were we appreciated?

Because when we became addicted to the juicybars, we

changed into freaks!

We were flushed out.

Abandoned.

And now we can't even defecate.

But now we are free.

Free from a system that gives us shit for taking our crap!

Their number two makes us number one!

-Number two!

Number two!

Number two!

Woo woo!

-But now we are all up shit creek.

We haven't had one juicybar in a month.

You know why?

The police forces?

It's because you little dingleberries can't even take

out one god damn cop!

Stand up.

This is your last chance.

Where can we find the juicybars?

-W-We can m-make them out of, uh, juice?

Diaper king: Wrong!

You die!

-Uh, w-we could try ourselves and poop in toilets for us to

make the juicybars.

-Do you want all our brothers to die?

Do you want us to starve?

-Yeah!

Wait, no.

Ha ha ha ha.

-We could, uh...

Uh, invest in stocks and bonds, and make a lot of

money, and...

-I heard two guys are stealing juicybars in section 4.

Please don't kill me!

Aachi and ssipak.

-All right, hit and run.

And a-one, and a-two, and a-headbump!

Aachi: Surprise!

It's tear gas.

Dude, what are you doing?

Kick down the door, dude.

Robotic voice: Your juicypop is being delivered.

-No hard feelings, man.

Especially for you.

What did you eat?

Robotic voice: Juicybar delivered.

Enjoy.

-You need to eat more fiber.

Oh man, that smells like a baby dook.

Phew!

-Suck gas, bitches.

-Na-na-na-na na-na-na-na, gasman!

-Dude, stop fucking around.

-Gasman!

-Gas ain't cheap, you know.

Man, this stuff smells almost as bad as you do.

-Do the crazy moves, like cool guy.

But I'm not.

-Fuck off.

-Dude, run!

-Hey guys, what's up?

-It's too hot for this.

-You guys ready to talk yet?

-I don't think he is.

-You guys got a lot of juicies, huh?

You must've been knee-deep in shit.

Too bad you're on our turf.

Our boss gets a cut of everything stolen here, or

didn't you get the memo?

-Hey.

-What?

-Wanna see a trick?

Got your penis.

-Very funny, Mr. Clean.

-Argh, that's just unnecessary, man.

-Oh, there's so much blood in my head.

-Listen up, rice ball, unless you want me to turn your

tongue into Sushi, bring the boss 100 juicies a day.

Man, you got cavities.

Now get to work and grow some hair.

-Bring them to our office, shiball city prison.

You got 'til sundown, fudgepackers.

-Let's go.

Oh, Jimmy says hi.

You can thank him for all those broken teeth.

-Ugh.

Jimmy.

-Bm stands for big money!

We're given the citizen who excretes the most a defecation

vacation at a luxury resort.

The complete package includes vip services, comp buffets,

and butt massages, and these lovely ladies!

-I love to poop!

-Ooh yeah.

You like that?

-Yes.

-You like that?

-Yes!

-You like that?

-Cut.

Cut!

-Huh?

-What do you think this is?

Some cheap, amateur, Internet porn?

I no.

This is a pornographic expenence.

Imagine his dick as a juicypop.

The story is about a girl who sacrifices her

anus to save the world.

They'll call it the greatest film ever created by the hands

of mankind.

I'm so pa...

Ssipak: Bullshit!

Aachi: Jimmy.

Jimmy!

-Wha?

-Jimmy, wake up!

Hey, remember us?

-You sold us out.

Guard: Dr. Strange made mincemeat out of another

prison guard today.

-That sick old scientist.

If he hadn't created our special cyborg agent, I'd have

him cooked by now.

Put him in solitary so he can't play doctor

Frankenstein, and report that there have been no incidents.

-Yes ma'am.

Excellent work today with the diaper.

-My report, 99 kills, no survivors.

Now these back, nerd.

-Aren't robots supposed to have manners?

-Every citizen of shiball city's implanted with an anal

ring at birth, which monitors how much and

how often you defecate.

In return for your turds, you will receive delicious and

life sustaining juicypops for a long and happy life.

Removing the ring is punishable by death.

-Tape recorder, purple pickle, old shirts.

Man, I thought my room had some weird stuff in it.

-Dude, he's really fucked up.

Aachi: Then stop wasting juicies on him.

-Look at this.

His eyelids are so stretchy.

-All right, my turn.

Do I look like a bitch to you?

Old friend, you're in a lot of shit, man.

Shit, man.

Shit, man. Shit man.

Shit man.

Shit man.

-Yes.

I am shitman!

-This underwear really hurts my balls.

-Myjunk is twisted up like a rattlesnake!

-One, two.

Ah!

Wha?

Whoa!

-Oh man, he really stuck that landing.

Let's take him to a taller building.

-As much as I'd love to make asphalt guacamole out of him,

we need him for something else.

Come on.

-What the who?

-Maybe the sewer's on its period.

-How much further?

Uh.

-The mob is hiding out in the prison.

That's pretty god damn ironic if I say so

myself, right guys?

-All right, lights out.

-They keep raping us in here.

-Quiet down or I'm gonna rape you.

-Only the boss can take his shoes off.

Man: 80 juicybars from razor gang in section 3.

-80 juicybars from razor gang in section 3.

-25 juicybars from the cobra gang in section 4.

-25 juicybars from the cobra gang in section 4.

-Only 25 bars?

They're either lazy or they got tighter ass

holes than a frog.

-I'll let them know to loosen up.

-Wake up then, lady.

See who it is.

-Got a visitor, man.

-Ooh, she pretty.

Let her in.

-Oh my god.

Man:

What a beauty -what?

She's a he.

He's a she.

-What?

-Huh?

Jimmy, is that you?

-Huh?

-Are you out of your mind?

-What are you gonna do?

Charge me for smoking?

-Jimmy, no.

-Get him out of here.

-You're in for it now, pretty lady.

I'm gonna put this sharp thing way into your guts and stuff.

You're gonna bleed until you die!

-Oh my god, we should win an award for this.

Hey lady, time to bust a cap.

Break his knees.

Break his knees.

Break his knees!

-Huh?

Break his knees.

-We're climbing up a ladder.

-Ugh.

-We're climbing up a ladder!

-You freak.

I'm gonna cut you and make every day a victory!

-This is awesome.

-You just threw me out the window.

-Yeah, cause you're so ugly.

-How dare you?

-Now you're ugly and dead.

Don't worry, you'll heal up just fine.

-What are you kids looking at?

-Kids?

Hey, who you calling kids, grandma?

-Are you miss beautiful?

I loved you in paranormal asstivity, 1 and 3!

-Ssipak!

Come back here, you stupid horndog dick for brains!

We got a job to finish!

God damn!

-Show that crazy bitch, or bastard, or...

Right now!

-Huh?

Wha?

-Huh?

Huh?

What's going on?

Who's playing ping pong.

-Round up all the juicybars.

-Where am I?

What the...

Aliens?

Game over, man.

Game over!

Alien queen, get away from her, you bitch!

Announcer: Brotality.

-Uh oh.

-There are so many good ways to kill you.

-Please!

I'll do anything!

I was drugged!

-Aw, boo goo.

-When movie becomes a hit, I can pay you anything.

-Movie?

When "the heroine" goes number two, hundreds of juicybars

come flying out.

It's gonna be a movie gold!

Hundreds of juicybars with one dook?

How is that possible?

-W-Well, i-it's just a movie, you know, a...

-Bullshit!

Tell me how it works.

Tell me, or else you die.

-M-M-My movie's about Joan of arc, you know, and... and...

A-And...

And...

-Spit it out!

-Well, t-these scientists travel back in time and find

her, t-take out her anus chip, and reprogram it so that every

poop counts as 10,000 poops.

A-And then they put it back in her butt, and when she poops,

10,000 juicybars come gushing out as her reward.

S-So, you see, the people revere her as a god because

she has a magic anus!

-10,000 juicybars.

That's a terrible idea for a movie, but an

awesome idea for us.

-Dude, I don't know why you keep following this girl.

She's way hotter than you.

-Shut up, man.

Aachi: Actors wanted for period drama.

Role requires great emotional depth and

willingness to poo on camera?

Ssipak: So, they poo on the camera?

-Ah, Jimmy.

Why won't you die?

He's like a cockroach.

-Dude, let's go beat him up in front of beautiful so she can

check out all my huge muscles and stuff.

Aachi: Ok.

Jimmy: So, this is Joan ofarc, and she was born

to save the world, ok?

A-And she...

And she's really pretty.

Then, a hunky time traveller shows up wearing pants, and he

says Joan of arc.

Show me your butt.

There's something wrong with it.

B-But...

But then Joan ofarc gets really angry, and she kicks

him in the balls.

But then god shows up... Th-that's me... and says, Joan

ofarc, your old butt chip is defective, but with this new

butt chip, if you poop, you'll get tons of juicybars, and it

will be sweet!

Beautiful: That's stupid.

It doesn't even make sense.

How about a woman who saves a man with her titties?

A rich man.

-This is my move.

-Well, I like it.

N-Now this is a high quality film.

With class.

We can't have boobs shaking around.

Just butts.

Junk in the trunk, as they say.

-Why do I care about butts when I've

got boobs like these?

Make it about tits, ok?

-Oh, no, you put that front butt away.

You wouldn't know a good film if you had sex with it.

Beautiful: Well, you would know good sex if it

had sex with you.

Ciao.

-Rock, paper, scissors.

Yeah.

Bend over, asshole.

You'll never bag a girl like beautiful.

The problem is, she thinks she's hot, spicy shit, and to

her, guys like you are just plain, lukewarm, shit.

You'll need a butt load of money to change that.

Ssipak: Yeah right.

My shit's on fire.

-Woo hoo hoo hoo.

Not a bad show in there.

-Oh my god, she's so naked.

Ssipak: Naked?

W-What?

Dude.

Let me see.

-No way.

We rock, paper, scissor'd.

Looks pretty small.

You sure she can crap big?

-Oh, she's full of it.

She can shit like 10 times a day, no problem.

Here, watch this.

We're gonna be drowning in poop.

-Beautiful!

-Oh my god, I think you broke my lumbar support.

-Jimmy is dead.

So dead.

-What are you doing?

I'm calling my manager.

-Hey guys.

Uh, run!

Beautiful: Ow, my butt hurts.

Ssipak: I wonder why.

-Hey, you guys part of that little blue man group?

-No way.

Do we look like midgets to you?

Hell no.

We were just walking by.

-Perverts.

-You sure know how to pick them, you douche.

-Weirdos.

They better not have a hidden camera in here.

Damn it.

Announcer: You must be constipated.

-Yes.

Announcer: You think that will work?

Announcer: For constipation, goldlax and silverlax!

Beautiful: Shut up!

-She's not just a bitch.

She's a noisy bitch.

I say we just throw her back to the diapers.

-I think she likes me.

-All right, Romeo, but if we keep her, I get her juicybars

when she's done.

Robotic voice: Successful defecation.

Juicybar delivery in progress.

Your juicybar is being delivered.

Your juicybar is being...

Error.

Your error is being juicy.

Oh shit!

-Oh man, something's wrong.

Uh, we have a code brown in sector 4.

All units in sector 4 respond, or whatever.

I've never seen so many juicypops before.

What did that pervert director do to my butt?

She's so pretty, beautiful, and hot.

Her tits.

They're pretty.

So that's why the diaper gang wanted her.

One dump and she gets tons of juicybars.

I get tons of juicybars.

I'm gonna be rich!

-Climb.

Climb.

Climb.

Climb.

Climb.

Climb.

Climb.

Climb.

Climb.

-Hey, baby what you need is a manager, someone to deal with

all those juicybars.

-Is this guy bothering you?

Because I can be your bodyguard.

And your lover?

-Hey.

This trip's for business, not pleasure, man.

-Some bodyguard.

You ran away from baby people.

-I was just getting my bike ready for the getaway.

-Get them!

Get them!

-More garden gnomes.

Run!

-Well, i-it's getting late, a-and I just ratted out my

friends again, and...

A-And this thong is chafing my num nums.

You know, maybe it's time you let me go home, your blueness.

-Stab you in the eye.

Hiya, ya, ya!

Hiya!

-I got so many student loans.

Hey diapers, keep the change!

-You got bullets in all my fish!

-I wonder what this lever does.

Fish!

-This is sidecar patrol.

The apartment's empty.

No signs of life on the street.

Oh shit.

The diapers.

-Save your bullets!

Find the girl.

-Where are we?

-What are you looking at me for?

Look at them!

Officer: We found this guy at the scene.

He's super dead, and his name was Jimmy, presumably killed

by the diaper gang.

I guess he used to be a porn director, but did a lot of

crime stuff to.

These two retards were also at the crime scene.

We thought they were homeless, but are actually low-grade

crooks, and if anyone knows about the juicybar error in

sector 4, it's probably them, even though they are retarded.

-Get to the point!

How did they get all those juicybars out?

-Uh, well, uh we have no leads.

-Shut up!

Mobilize everyone!

Bring them to me now.

-Found her.

-We found her!

At the apartment we raided, we located this suspect,

beautiful, who we believe the diaper gang were after.

The diaper gang cannot poop, so their need for juicybars

makes them a prime suspect.

If we capture beautiful, we might be able to finally crack

this case for good.

The SWAT team is standing by to track any

large juicybar deposits.

-Get to the point!

Will you catch her or not?

-I will try my best, of course.

If course you will, or you will die.

-You listen to me, Sonny friend.

You're talking to the brand new aachi, and now aachi's got

a watchie, and some necklaces, and a whole mess of customers

waiting to buy my juicypops.

Aw, but I guess if you want some, you can sneak in through

the back door so you don't embarrass me, with an old man

or whatever.

Beautiful, we got a new customer coming in.

Why don't you pinch out some more money loafs?

-Moron.

Next one's going on your head.

-What did you say?

What did you call me?

A mormon?

Officer: Shit.

All units drive like crazy to sector 6.

-Just rough them up a little.

And remember, my share is 75%.

-Ready?

Let's go.

-I got so many bullets for them to eat.

Let's go talk shit.

-Look at this guy.

Bald and beautiful.

That's what they say, right?

-Shut up, ssipak.

-What the hell, man?

I told him to use the back door.

Front door's for strippers!

-Freeze!

-They're here for beautiful!

-Up on a limb, hands in the air, jump to your death.

-Who do you think you are?

-Where's the girl?

-Which one are you talking about?

I got too many girls to count.

-Repel.

Repel.

Repel.

Repel.

Repel.

-You'll be ok, sweetheart.

-Damn it.

Don't you know who I am?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Let's make a deal.

You like, uh, bribes?

I give up.

She's in the bathroom.

-Raid the bathroom!

-Oh geez.

Back, back, back.

-Huh?

Who the hell are you?

-Fuck this.

God damn this pirate leg.

What are you waiting for?

Move it.

Diapers?

They ruined my leg!

Argh!

-My money.

My money!

Did I just fart?

Yeah, I just farted.

-We're dying in here.

-What are you doing?

Get in there and fight!

-Get down!

-Nobody move.

I have grenades!

-Oh shit.

-Aachi!

-It burns!

Brain trauma.

Huh?

-There they are!

Arrest them.

-Oh shit, more diapers!

-Two, three, four.

Kill.

Murder.

Headshot.

Miss.

Double kill.

Combo.

Beautiful: I wish I never met you two idiots.

Ssipak: Don't say that, sweet pea.

You are my life now.

-You're a terrible driver.

-You're still alive?

Where did you go?

-Aw, damn it.

-Oh shit.

Diapers!

-Butt munch, you led them right to us.

-No I didn't.

They're the ones who followed me.

-You...

-Yeah, ass crab.

-Why are we riding up these stairs?

-I don't know.

We really should be riding on the road!

Oh screw.

We're fucked.

-You're my bodyguards.

Do something!

I'll save everyone.

-Oh, we're sitting in deep doo doo, dude.

They're after her butt.

-Seize them!

-Ssipak.

-Aachi.

-Ssipak.

-Help!

Help.

Help!

Let me go, you cyborg dildo.

-Rock, paper, cyborg.

Get him.

Twist the leg.

Twist the leg.

Punch him in the mouth.

Shit.

Uh, my motorcycle's getting wet.

-Rah!

-Ugh, get off me.

Ah!

-[9i99iesi

you lose!

-Chaos in shiball city as the diapers run rampant.

Toilets in every sector are under attack.

Female anchor: Police are overwhelmed by the diapers.

-We urge all citizens to continue their civic duties in

their homes.

-They're just sweeping through the city like bees!

-You're pathetic, getting whipped by baby gnomes.

-Shit currently is crazy.

-Stop, I can't crap anymore.

Please not the dog food.

I poo better with cat food.

-Giddy up!

-Porn actress beautiful has been spotted with the diapers.

Is she their new queen?

-Where are your previous juicybars now?

You've been shitting on us for years, and now we're gonna

shit on you!

-Shit on you.

Shit on you.

Shit on you.

Aachi: God damn it!

I was on top of the world, and now look at us.

We're just on top of a building.

We're nothing without beautiful.

That bitch!

It's all her fault, though.

This sucks.

-You don't talk about beautiful that way.

She's perfect, and the only reason we had anything is

because of her magical butt.

-Magical butt?

The only thing she poops out anymore is trouble.

-Yeah?

And what did you ever do for us?

You suck.

-You suck at everything, and you're stupid.

-I'm going.

-What?

Where are you going?

-To save beautiful.

-What?

I told you, you really are stupid.

The cops couldn't beat the diapers.

What the hell are you gonna do?

-I'm going to beat them up myself, with or without you,

with both hands if! Have to.

And even if they keep coming, I'm not gonna stop.

-What?

I realize what I said, but, uh, I'm gonna

keep going with it.

Sh-shut up.

-You dumb romantic!

You can't beat off the whole world!

Ssipak: Yes I can!

-There seems to be a traitor among us, because now we suck

at fighting diaper babies!

-It's my duty to inform you that anyone not wearing

sunglasses is a traitor.

As you can see, I've got two pair on my face.

-Enough!

Anyone can wear sunglasses.

You could all be traitors!

I think it's time to implement plr, plan last resort.

-I'm so dizzy.

-Doctor, you look dizzy.

Have you been spinning or drinking?

-I've been spinning.

You just saw me.

I suppose you want me to fix the robot.

If you bring him back to life, there

will be no more spinning.

I promise.

I'm happy and also, bring me beer, woman.

As you wish, doctor.

As you wish.

-Here we go.

Right.

Remember the plan.

Aachi kicks down the door.

I don't need ssipak to steal these juicypops.

He can beat off people all he wants, but he's not

gonna beat off me.

-Occu pied.

Occupado.

Busy in here.

-One, two, three, shuttle kick.

-What the?

You?

You're that little turd burglar!

-What's that?

-Me too.

-Nice hair, goku.

Have a good night...

-You look like an elf.

-Where's your bald friend now?

Ssipak: Where is she?

Where did you creeps take her?

Tell me where my beautiful is, or I'll pop your head like a

balloon.

-Who are you?

-Where's beautiful?

Tell me where my love boat has sailed.

-Eat motorcycle!

My bike!

What am I supposed to drive chicks around in now?

-Aachi, what the hell are you doing here?

-Letting you apologize.

-Not until I beat up all these midgets.

-Do you realize how that sounds?

-Like I'm buff as hell.

-Really?

'Cause it sounds like you're gay as hell.

-Least I'm trying to save beautiful.

-By beating people off?

-Shut up or I'll beat you off.

-Hoo hoo hoo.

I love building robots, all day long.

Even more than spinning.

-If you bring the scientist who created your cyborg, I'll

kill the police chief.

-And I want a super awesome looking hang glider.

-It's yours, but if you're planning on betraying me, I

will betray you first, and by betray, I mean murder the shit

out of you.

That's how I betray people.

-That sounds terrible.

I will never betray you.

And I really can't wait for that hang glider.

I'll be ready for you tonight.

-Now do you feel like talking?

Hm hm?

-I peed in all your clothes.

-Where's your hideout?

Tell me, or I'll use bleach next time, and it's

gonna burn so bad.

-I know nothing.

I am god.

-He's not gonna talk.

I think he pooped his pants.

-They got these diapers trained good.

What do you say we just kill him.

No, no, no, no!

-Doctor.

From now on, you work for me.

-Working for the mutants, eh?

Well, the robot's already done.

Heh.

Sure, as long as you don't spin me.

-Go spin him.

-Spin.

Spin.

Spin.

Spin.

-When will you kill the chief?

-I wanted the pleasure of killing you,

and now I have it.

-When will you kill the chief?

When will you kill the chief?

When will you kill the chief?

Diaper king: Even your own men want you dead.

If you want to find us, come to the desert.

-How dare you betray me before I betray you?

-Ma'am.

Ma'am, we can't find the doctor.

-Argh, I think my eyeballs are boiling.

-She's nearby.

My boner's a divining rod.

Aachi: That's gross, man.

-Attack!

-Oh shit, world war iv.

The cops and the diapers are going at it.

Dude, we are gonna die.

We should leave, like, right now.

Screw juicybars.

I wanna live.

-You're being a puss.

The love of my life is down there.

I'm not leaving without her.

-Don't be a hero.

You'll get us both killed.

No, do it yourself.

I don't wanna die.

-Now deploying inflatable torpedo.

-Geko, you fool, you'll kill us all.

-Get out of here!

Get out of here!

-Shit!

-What the fuck?

-Ow, my brain.

-Group hug!

-He's so fast!

This is a really weird wrestling match.

-How about we just give up?

Dude, I really hope there's not a mine cart coming up.

-Me too!

-What?

So ironic!

-I hate mine carts!

Actually, this is kinda fun!

-Think you can take me alive?

Over my dead body.

Argh!

Aachi: All this for a girl?

No wonder I'm single!

-Shut up.

Huh?

Beautiful?

-Would you stop talking crap?

-Beautiful!

Grab my hand!

Hold on.

Ssipak: Hurry, pull her in.

Aachi: We gotta pull your fat ass in first!

How have we not pulled her in yet?

She's like all the way in the cart.

-Do something!

Beautiful!

-Ooh hoo.

Welcome to the party.

-Robot's coming over.

Get ready!

-Roger over.

Get ready!

-Since we're about to die, I just wanted to tell you, I

think beautiful's hot!

-Me too.

-Robot's coming!

-Coming?

-Ready!

Diaper king: You've been a butt slut!

I've been patient until now, but we've run out of time.

I need that ring out of your sweet ass, so I can have all

the juicybars to myself!

-Don't touch her.

-That ring is mine, you burn victim.

But first, you die!

Argh!

-Oh, man, weird.

Who threw that?

-What?

Die, little monster!

Die!

-You.

-Ssipak, isn't that...

-Jimmy.

Aachi: Jimmy's a robot cop?

-I killed you with my bare hands.

Let go!

You filthy bastard!

Why won't you die?

-Piece of shit.

What the hell?

-Later, gator.

-Get back here, you big, blue asshole!

-Boo!

Well, that was easy.

-Huh?

-Come fight me like a man, bitch!

-Beautiful.

Beautiful!

-Get over here.

-All right, shit man.

Time to save the world.

-Take that!

-Hey, the elevator stopped.

That was lucky.

-Very fiesty.

You like it rough?

Me too!

I am your master.

Say it!

-This song rules.

-We're not making cheap hotel porn here.

I told you guys to do it right!

Robotic voice: You're charged with unlawful assembly,

conspiracy, and assassination.

Dead or alive, you're coming with me.

-Whoa!

-Whoa!

-Help.

Help!

Help!

-Beautiful.

Just a little bit further.

-Where am I? What is this?

-You idiot.

You'll kill us both!

I didn't do anything.

I swear!

Please, get it off!

I just came back to life.

I don't wanna die.

-I hate you!

-Beautiful, you can do it.

-Dude, I can't hold on.

Ssipak: You have to.

-I can't.

-Damn it!

-Save yourselves.

-I won't let you go.

I love you.

-I love you too.

I have to find a stop.

-Be patient, baby.

We're almost there.

We gotta find you a real toilet for that

million dollar ass.

-What are you so happy about?

-There's no competition left.

Whole city's ours now.

Ha ha.

-Ours, huh?

-That's right, ours.

My brains, ssipak's pecs, and your ass.

-Who asked you to be my partner?

-Well, you need a manager, right?

Big city, lots of money.

Someone to deal with your business.

Ha, get it?

-Dude, you tell the shittiest jokes.

-Standard management fee is 10%.

-I can live with that.

Let's get you to a toiler.

Don't wanna be losing steaming piles of money on

the side of the road!

Beautiful: Hey, my butts

supporting you lazy bums.

You've gotta treat it with respect.

Ssipak: You must treat all butts with respect.

Dr. Strange: This song rules.