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Ohh! Ohh!

Sorry about that.

No, I'm sorry.

I just get so caught up in my work.

Me, too.

Hey, wait a sec.

I have the exact same clip... board.

You're Benson. How'd you know?

I've been watching you.

Or, I mean, not in a-a creepy stalker way.

It's my job.

Right.

So... how's that fax working out?

Oh. It's okay.

Well, I think it's really cool.

Yeah, I get a lot of important messages

from Langer and the dome big wigs.

And in an emergency, got the old speed dial here.

If you hear this baby ringing...

Oh, geez. I am so sorry.

Oh, no worries.

It's just one of Langer's terrible protein bars.

He only allows "sanctioned food" in the dome-itory.

What I wouldn't give for some hot wings.

Wait. You like hot wings?

Uh, yeah! It's literally my favorite food.

Me, too.

Well, maybe I'll just have to swing by your lab

and drop some off.

Oh, yeah?

You're gonna sneak past the guards?

Maybe I will.

Well, if you do that,

then you'll be my favorite person ever.

Oh, geez. Langer. I got to go.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry. It was nice.

By the way, it's Pam. What?

Ohh. My name is Pa-a-a-a-m!

Pam.

Benson.

Wha...?

Dude, what's wrong with your face?

He's glowing.

I've never seen him like this before.

Yeah. It's weird.

I just met the most amazing girl.

We had a real chemistry.

Gross. Benson, I'm trying to eat here.

Eat? The wings!

I got to get her wings!

How can I ask her out if I don't have wings?!

Wait, Benson, that's our stuff!

Hey, want to go to the spot?

Yeah, I do.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm, hmm, hmm.

What would Pam want? Regular?

One order of re...

No, wait. Spicy. One order...

What if she doesn't like spicy?

I'll get half spicy.

They're just wings, buddy.

Just wings?

These wings might decide

whether or not I get to go out with the girl of my dreams.

Everything has to be perfect!

Mommy, I'm scared.

Uh, sir, if you can't decide,

I'd recommend the Big 50 Special.

It's a bucket of 50 different kinds of wings,

and it comes with a liter of ranch.

Yeah, that actually sounds pretty good. I'll get that.

You want those crispy or crunchy?

How crispy is "crispy"?

♪

Got to get in there.

These wings aren't getting any warmer.

Hmm.

Bingo.

Fellas!

Mondays. Am I right?

Anyways, got an important fax from Langer.

Just gonna pop in and see what the old boss man wants.

Not until we frisk you, sir.

Guys, it's me. Benson.

Manager... of the park... this park.

Sorry, buddy. It's regulation.

Cool. Cool. That's cool.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Whoa, whoa!

This is outrageous!

Frisk me? I should frisk you!

This is my park!

There's got to be another way in here.

Jackpot.

Oh.

I see your little game, Langer.

However, I happen to know that statistically,

the most common pass code is

one... two... three... four... five.

Uh... six?

Aah!

So, it's a numbers game, is it?

Let's play.

One, one, one, one, one, one, one!

Aah!

One, one, one, one, one, one, two!

Aah! Geez!

One, one, one, one, one, one, three!

This is crazy.

Oh, Benson.

Have some dignity.

Aah!

Aah!

This is my park! I should know the stupid code!

What are you two doing here?

Shh. Listen.

Man, we should have just pounded him and took those wings.

Seriously.

If I got to eat any more of that lousy dome-itory food,

someone's getting a pounding!

What the heck?

The sound from the guard post bounces off of the dome

and back down to this exact spot.

It's science.

I don't think you guys should be wasting your time eavesdropping on...

- Delivery for Langer. - Take it around back.

What's that pass code again?

The code is "Langer."

Got it?

Nice work!

Ha-ha!

Uh...

Hmm.

Wait, wait, wait. Uh-oh.

What the...?

What the heck is this place?

Pam?

Pam?

Pam?

Hey, Pam.

Aah! Aah!

What would you do if we actually

caught someone trespassing in here?

Oh, man, I'd give them a crazy beating.

They'd be like, "No, please, don't hurt me!"

And I'd be like, "I have to. It's my job."

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp!

♪

No way.

It's Pam! Room 309.

Pam!

Whoa!

Ohh!

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

I brought wings!

Oh, Benson! No way!

Come on.

The perfect spot for a picnic.

It sure is.

Now, I wasn't sure what kind of wings you liked,

so I got a little bit of everything.

Mmm.

First non-dome food in three weeks.

Mmm!

Oh, my gosh. Mmm. This is amazing.

Promise to sneak me a bucket of these every day?

Yes. Yes, I will.

Oh. I also got ranch.

Uh, thanks, but I'm really not a fan.

Me, neither. Get out of here, ranch.

Nobody likes you, ranch.

Go find a salad!

♪

♪ I don't care if Monday's blue ♪

♪ Tuesday's gray, and Wednesday, too ♪

♪ Thursday, I don't care about you ♪

♪ It's Friday ♪

♪ I'm in love ♪

♪ Monday you can fall apart ♪

♪ Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart ♪

♪ Oh, Thursday doesn't even start ♪

♪ It's Friday ♪

♪ I'm in love ♪

♪ Saturday, wait ♪

♪ Sunday always comes too late ♪

♪ But Friday never hesitate ♪

♪ I don't care if Monday's black ♪

♪ Tuesday, Wednesday, heart attack ♪

♪ Thursday, never looking... ♪

Benson, this has been the best lunch ever.

Pam, there's something I want to say.

What's that noise? I was just clearing my throat.

No, that noise.

It's not working!

Grab something!

Benso-o-o-o-n!

Pam! Huh?

Pam!

Oh, Pam, I'm so sorry for getting you into this mess.

I just wanted to get you some hot wings because...

Because I really wanted to see you again.

Oh, Benson, you know, my life is just work, work, work.

And even though we're both about to die

a horrific and entirely preventable death,

I'm really glad I got to spend this time with you.

Sorry.

Sorry, I'm so...

What? The burp.

Pam, you've got to burp.

You've got to let 'er rip.

Nice!

It worked!

Best lunch ever.

Except the fan.

Oh, my gosh. That was crazy.

Benson, you beautiful genius.

You did it. You saved us.

Yes, Benson, you're very smart.

Langer! Did you just see that?

Oh, no.

Wait, I meant the other thing.

You're very dumb!

You didn't burp yourself to safety!

Your ranch turned on this top-secret anti-gravity machine!

Look at this place!

I-I'm sorry, sir.

We were having lunch, and it... It got out of hand.

Lunch?

Lu... Like a... date?

Well, um... yeah, like a date.

You told me that you were too busy to date.

You know what? Forget it.

I'm issuing a new policy effective immediately.

There will be no dating test subjects in this dome.

Both of you, report to the decontamination room now!

Hey, watch it.

Not in the face!

I had a great time today.

Me, too, memory of Pam.

No, Benson, over here.

Huh?

Check your pocket.

A wing.

I snuck one out for both of us.

Ahh, no way.

Pam, can we go out when this is all over?

Of course, Benson.

Get back to work!