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- [Julian] Warning.

The followin' program contains really course language,

weed, alcohol consumption, smoking and sexual inferences.

This content may not be suitable for viewers under 18.

To activate parental controls,

please press the go [beep] yourself button

on your remote control.

[light poignant piano melody] [children chatter, birds sing]

- 'Kay, boys. We ready to do this?

I am fuckin' excited.

Here, I brought snacks for everybody.

Look what I got here too.

- Thanks, Bubs

- Here, Ricky, you got some snacks.

- I'm good, man.

I've been snackin' all day.

- Yeah?

Well, I brought more snacks for everybody.

And I got my new kitty mug. Look at this.

[Bubbles grunts approvingly]

- That's beautiful, man.

- Look at that.

I'm gonna drink outta of my new kitty mug today.

Here this starts it.

[beer can pops]

Oh, right there.

Ricky, what the fuck are you eatin'?

What is that?

- You're droolin', man.

- [Bubbles] What are you eatin'?

- Ricky?

- Throw those fuckin' things away.

- That's a Tide Pod!

- Ugh, why do people eat these?

- Ricky, spit it out. Are you eatin' Tide Pods?

Spit it out!

Why would you do that?

- [Julian] Wipe your mouth off, man.

You got a fuckin' shit drippin' from your lip.

- Ricky, you know what those are right?

- It's detergent.

- It's laundry detergent.

[Ricky heaves]

- No don't. if you throw up, I'm fuckin' leavin'.

- Ricky?

- Do not throw up.

- How long's he been eatin' Tide Pods?

- I don't know.

Is he gonna talk to,

How long have you been eatin' those things?

- Oh, fuck, why?

Why would you eat these?

- You're not supposed to!

- Who told you to eat those fuckin' things?

- Everyone's doin' it

- Who's everyone?

- Ricky, you know, who's eatin' them?

Fuckin' idiots.

You're not supposed to eat them.

- Oh, god.

- They're for washin' your clothes.

Oh my god.

- We should take him to the emergency room.

- He's gonna be fine.

[Ricky coughs]

- How many of them did you eat, Ricky?

- I,

oh god,

I ate part of one earlier and it didn't seem that bad.

When you put a full one in, oh fuck.

And they get you high, do they?

- No, man, they make you sick.

- I get that. Holy fuck.

- It's, it's laundry detergent!

- [Julian] Concentrated laundry detergent.

That's a, that's not healthy for you, man.

- [Ricky] The fuck away from me.

- Idiot.

- Oh my god, Ricky.

You're gonna be sick as a dog.

- Alright, don't do everythin' that the people do

on the interweb.

- No, anybody watchin' this,

do not do not do this at home as they say.

- [Bubbles] Holy fuck, a space suit!

- [Ricky] Wow.

- [Bubbles] Decent.

I'm gonna go put my space suit on, boys.

Then lets get this dirty cocksucker in the air.

[rock music]

Mission Control, this is commander Bubbles

I'm gettin' an NPS warnin' light

on the link monitor control subsystems.

I'm requesting reallocation

[indistinct]

to CDS at level six.

Please advise.

- [Julian] Copy that, commander.

Reallocating there commander Bubbles.

- [Ricky] Breaker, breaker, come in Earth.

This is rocket ship 27.

Aliens fucked over the carbonator in engine number four,

and I'm gonna try to re-fuck-ulate it and land on Juniper.

Hopefully, you got some space weed, over.

[cymbals crash]

- [Bubbles] Ricky, that's not very good.

Use space words, real ones, not talkin' about space weed.

- [Ricky] Hey, so, power rockets are firin'

all over the place.

They got lasers. They're, uh, shootin', and uh...

Bubbles I can't fuckin' do this.

[garbage crashes]

My brain doesn't work with space talk.

I hate playin' space

- [Randy] Let me do the talkin', Mr. Lahey.

- [Mr. Lahey] All right, Randy.

- [Randy] Hey, boys!

We got a complaint that someone's gettin' high and drunk,

playin' space in the middle of the street.

- [Ricky] Yeah, us.

Fuckin' stoned right now.

Get a problem with that?

- [Bubbles] You guys wanna stay and watch?

Do you wanna see a rocket go, Randy?

- [Randy] Does it really launch, Bubbles?

- [Bubbles] Does it really launch?

Does the tin man have a sheet-metal cock?

Look at this thing!

Goes up about 2,000 feet.

Nose cone blows off. Chute comes out.

It's fuckin' awesome.

[rock music]

[rocket fires, whistles] [Bubbles squeals]

[bong gurgles]

- [Bubbles] Decent!

Fuck, did you see that, Ricky? Julian?

- [Ricky] Bubs, that was amazing.

- Julian, I need your fuckin' help bad

on this one, man.

Do you want me to go to fuckin' jail?

I'm goin' to go for a long time.

- Listen, I know but that was your decision, okay?

I don't break the law anymore.

I got shit to do at the bar and gym.

I got equipment to fix and maintain.

I got work to do.

- I'm not breakin' the law anymore either.

I'm fuckin' retired.

- You're not breakin?

Bullshit your not break-

- Get this dealt with.

- [Bubbles] Boys. - Get rid of the fuckin' a-

- [Bubbles] Ready to play space?

- Play space? What are you talkin' about?

- Bubs, I can't play space today.

You have no idea what's goin' on.

Major fuckin' situation

- Ricky, you told me we were gonna play space all day.

I got my suit on.

- Yeah? Well, guess what?

We'll have to do it tomorrow and I'm sorry,

but fuckin' Corey,

Corey fucked up bad.

You know the place I was growin' dope?

He let fuckin' Lahey and Randy follow him there.

Now the cops have been around.

They're fuckin' in the area snoopin' around.

If they find that, man, they get the evidence against me?

They get a search warrant for that.

They'll get a search warrant for my trailer.

My retirement is fuckin' over, and I'll be in jail

probably for fuckin' ten years.

- And how is that our fuckin' problem?

- I'm just askin' for your help.

If you come and make this thing fuckin' blow up,

the tubey thing where all the dope stuff was, the equipment,

then I'll be fine.

I just need help.

- Blow it up? What do you mean, blow it up?

- We'll just fuckin'- - Blow it up?

- throw gas and a bunch of shit and fiery stuff

and blow the fuckin' thing up.

No evidence.

- Ricky,

for Christ sakes,

we're supposed to play space.

Where is it at?

- It's on fuckin' Highway 6.

- Out by the zoo.

- Just like five minutes passed the zoo

where the big cornfield is.

Come on, buddy, if you help me with this,

I'll play space all fuckin' day tomorrow.

- All right, I'll make you a deal then.

We play space tomorrow.

But if we're goin' up there,

then we get to go to the zoo.

Let's go to the zoo for an hour,

so I can feed the jungle kitties.

- Bubs, I don't think we're gonna have time for that.

- Well, that's the deal, Ricky.

We're goin' to feed the jungle kitties when we're done

or I'm not helpin' you.

- Fine.

Then I'll get high and feed the zonkey, I guess.

[Julian sighs]

- The what?

- The fuckin' zonkey.

The stripy horsey thing.

- Zonkey?

- Yeah, they let me feed him.

It's fuckin' awesome.

- [Julian] All right,

let's go blow this fuckin' thing up then.

- [Julian] Ricky, you sure you know where

the fuck we're goin'?

- [Ricky] Yes. Over by that big tubey thing.

- Ricky, you're slingin' me in the face with corn.

[Ricky sighs] - Sorry Bubs.

- [Julian] How much further?

- [Ricky] There it is, right over fuckin' there

Careful when you come out here, boys.

If there's any cops we're gonna have to fuckin' take off.

- [Bubbles] Ricky.

- Ah fuck, I dropped my gun.

- [Julian] Why did you bring your fuckin' gun?

- Just in case.

- [Julian] Just in case of what?

- Jesus Christ, Ricky don't be droppin' guns.

You could've fuckin' shot me.

- I don't see any fuckin' cops, boys.

Let's get this done quick and get the fuck outta here.

- Fuck.

Ricky?

- [Julian] There's four fuckin' things there, Rick.

- All right, try to look invisible.

- [Bubbles] Just wait, you're all wrapped around-

- [Ricky] Jesus Christ, for fuck sakes.

Jesus.

- [Bubbles] What are you talkin' about, the tubey thing?

- The fuckin' tubey thing right there.

- That great big silo?

- Yeah.

[Julian sighs in disgust]

- Oh my god, Ricky.

I thought you were talkin' about a little tiny building.

- Bubs, if you're gonna grow dope for retirement,

you need somethin' fuckin' big.

It was perfect.

Now we gotta blow the-

- You think we're gonna blow that up with a gallon of gas?

- You said we could blow it up!

- Oh my god. Julian?

- That's about a hundred feet fuckin' high, you dumbass.

- Not that high.

- You wanna blow it up with gasoline?

- We gotta blow it up with somethin', boys,

before the cops get back.

- Ricky, I would've built an IED or somethin',

but I can't take that fuckin' thing down

with a gallon of gas, boys.

- It's not that big.

- Ricky, it's fuckin' a hundred feet tall.

We cannot fuckin' drop that thing with a gallon of gas.

- Well we've gotta at least burn the fuck out of it

and get rid of the evidence, or I'm fucked!

- My god, I mean,

have you ever seen people fuckin' demolish a building?

It takes layers of explosives and things.

- Boys, I got too much shit to do today

to take down a fuckin'-

- Well, it's too fuckin' late now.

We gotta blow the fuckin' thing up.

- I'm not goin' to fuckin' jail, Julian.

Fuck that.

- Ricky, you could've told us this tubey thing

was a hundred-foot fuckin' silo.

- I'm not good at heights or measurements.

Fuck off.

Bubs, can we do this or what?

- I mean, if we blow the fuckin' side out of her

at the bottom, maybe.

She'd probably topple.

I'll have to do some calculations

and some center gravity things, but-

- All right, well, I'll try to get some more gas

and some propane and shit.

- Yes, we need everythin' that'll fuckin' blow up.

- Before we blow it up, you guys gotta check this shit out.

It's fuckin' awesome.

- [Bubbles] Julian, this is fucked.

- [Julian] Ricky's fucked.

- [Bubbles] Jesus, Ricky.

- I did all this by myself, me and Cory.

- My god.

I mean, you couldn't have grown that much dope

in here, though.

- No, Bubs this, this,

I got all the tables and lights on this one.

There's nine fuckin' floors here, man.

- Nine floors

- Yeah.

And all the tables and lights are still there.

My fingerprints, Cory's fingerprints,

they're are all over the place.

It's gotta come down, man.

If they get a warrant for this, I am fucked.

Cause then they'll get a warrant for my trailer,

and they're gonna find all the fuckin' weed.

My retirement, gone.

- Okay, just,

if we blow the fuckin' side out of her,

like I said, she'll come down.

Then we can light the cocksucker.

- All right, Bubs. Thanks, man.

- All right, we'll get her down, Ricky.

Get the fuckin' thing down.

- All right. I gotta smoke a fuckin' joint.

- Mix a fuckin' drink.

Ricky, you got some serious problems with your brain, man.

- 'Kay, boys.

Here, I just need to get this hooked up.

- Bubs, are you sure about this?

- [Bubbles] What do you mean?

- Shouldn't it be on the other side.

If you want it to go this way,

you should be fuckin' hittin' it from the other side.

- No, Ricky, it's like,

it's like choppin' down a tree.

You weaken her here.

You know, like when you're cuttin' a tree,

and that's the way she goes.

- No, Bubs, when you're cuttin' down a tree,

you fuckin' hit it from the other side,

and it goes that way.

The old man taught me that.

I won't forget it 'cause he said its the same

as when you de-gas a baby.

You fuckin' hit it from the back.

The tree fuckin' tries to run away.

It's scared of your axe.

- That doesn't make any sense.

The tree's not scared of your axe.

Here, this wire should help.

- I hope you know what the fuck you're doin'.

- If he, Rick, it all makes sense.

But now, I mean, Bubs, we've got propane and gasoline

in the mix here.

- Oh, I know what we got, Julian. I know what we got.

Hey, boys,

from this point on.

'Kay, she's live.

She's live.

- [Ricky] Let's hit this with the fuckin' gas

and get her down.

- [Bubbles] Yeah.

Where's the gas at?

- [Julian] It's right there.

- Just, you gotta trust me, Ricky.

I know she's gonna fall right this way.

- [Ricky] All right, Bubs.

You gotta hurry though.

If it doesn't work,

we'll just get him to rip it down with his muscles.

- Fuck off, Ricky. You know what?

If I end up dyin' tryin' to get your fuckin' weed silo down,

I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.

- [Ricky] How the fuck you gonna get dead from this?

- [Julian] What you mean? Look at this shit, Ricky.

- [Ricky] It's pretty safe. Bubbles did it.

- Always this, don't-

- [Julian] All of it?

- Yeah, you might as well.

I want fuckin' thing to blow, really.

'Kay, let's get movin'.

Jesus, I'm gonna get high off the fumes

- Let's fuckin' do this.

Isn't there any way I can just do this, man.

I can't fuck up the plunger.

It's easy.

- Oh, Ricky, but I built it.

So it's kind of my, you know?

I get to do it,

you know?

- [Ricky] Let's just get this over with boys.

- [Bubbles] 'Kay, is there anybody,

you don't see anybody around, do you?

- [Julian] There's nobody around, Bubs.

- 'Kay, who wants to do the countdown?

- [Ricky] I'll do it.

- [Bubbles] 'Kay, you count her down Ricky.

- Ready?

- Just do it.

- Ten.

- Nine.

- Eight.

- Six.

- Five.

- Four.

- Three.

- Two.

- One.

[muffled bang]

- [Julian] Wow.

- [Bubbles] Fuck, the propane didn't go.

- [Ricky] I told you, you should've done it

on the other fuckin' side.

- [Bubbles] No, that's the way it should have been.

- What difference? It's just-

- Oh, it weakened her, though.

Listen to it creakin'.

- Actually looks like it's on a bit of an angle.

It might fuckin' come down.

- [Julian] It's not on a bit of an angle.

- [Bubbles] There's barely anythin' holdin' it up, Julian.

- It's takin' too fuckin' long, though.

- Let's just leave

- Just, no, Ricky.

Don't get too close to it.

- [Julian] Boys, let's not go close to the fuckin' silo.

- Ricky, I'm tellin' you. It's gonna drop.

- Probably just needs a bit of help.

- Listen to it.

- [Julian] Ricky.

[metal creaks]

- [Bubbles] Ricky.

[metal clanging]

[metal creaking]

[metal clatters]

[creaking intensifies sharply]

- [Julian] Holy shit! There she goes!

- [Ricky] Get outta here!

[creaking intesifies]

[loud crash]

- [Bubbles] Fuck.

- [Ricky] Oh my fuck, Jerry's gonna shit!

- Who's Jerry?

- He's the guy that owns this fuckin' place.

He just bought that fuckin' RV.

- [Julian] Let's get the fuck outta here.

- Yeah, we gotta get the fuck outta here.

Let's go to the zoo.

- [Bubbles] Let's go to the zoo.

- [Ricky] Do you know your way to the zoo

from the fuckin' cornfield?

- [Julian] Hi, I'm Julian.

I've been on my own since I was six or seven.

That's when I started drinkin' rum.

My life has been fucked up,

but I'm a survivor.

If you want advice, I'll give it to you.

If you use it, that's fine.

But if you don't, I really don't give a fuck.

Hi, I'm Julian.

Welcome to another episode of Dear Julian, I guess.

All right, first things first, okay?

The last episode went up.

And, you know, people were diggin' it, I think,

which was cool.

I read the comments.

The problem is I didn't watch it

before they put it on the fuckin' site.

which I am now gonna do from now on.

Because Chipper fucked it up.

I guess people weren't happy with the editing

and it just kind of dropped off, which is fucked,

and it's all his fault.

And I'm not happy Chipper.

But I mean, you know,

Chipper's been goin' through a lot lately.

He just came out of the closet,

which is a really, you know,

it's a pretty cool thing to do, Chipper.

Especially when you got a wife and couple kids and stuff.

So, you know, good by you, man.

If that's what you want to do, and that's how you feel,

cheers to you, man.

And I hope you're havin' a good little vacation

down in the the Keys right now,

you know, enjoyin' your new life,

which is cool.

But when you get back,

and you fuck this up again,

you're fired.

Okay.

Let's get into these questions.

Johannes Freeman,

[Julian slurps, ice rattles]

"Dear Julian, I happened to trip, fall

and make my best friend's little sister pregnant.

What a predicament.

Please share your insights on how to smooth things over."

[deep breath, exhales]

Johannes, man, what the fuck are you doin'?

I mean, you, you don't bang your best friend's sister.

That's rule number one.

Rule number two,

You gotta man up here, man.

I mean, you banged her, she's pregnant.

You gotta be a good dad to her.

And I don't know if you're ever gonna be able

to smooth things over with your best friend.

I'm not sure what this guy's like.

But I suggest that you go to him say, "Hey man."

If you love this chick, this is what you gotta do.

"Hey man, I love your sister.

I banged her, she's pregnant, okay?

I'm gonna man up to this.

I'm gonna be a good dad.

Sorry.

If you're pissed off,

give me a shot anywhere you want."

Let him knock you out. Give him one good crack.

Let him knock you the fuck out.

He'll be happy.

You'll be happy.

And his sister will, hopefully, be happy.

Okay? So just man up.

Kayla.

"Hey Julian, I'm so in love with this guy,

I dated him for a year and a half

and sadly ended up cheating on him three months later."

Okay.

"Now he is with someone else

but tellin' me that he still loves me

and wants to be with me

but using this other chick to do whatever,

to make money, I guess.

So should I just drop it and walk away

and believe he's tellin' me the truth

and lyin' to her?"

Like, okay, well, let's just back this up a bit, Kayla.

You fucked up.

All right.

You're with this guy. You cheated on him.

That's fucked.

And now you want to,

you wanna know whether he's, you know,

"Should I believe that he's tellin' the truth

and lyin' to her?"

Like, you've got no right to fuckin'...

You know, say, "Hey, I don't believe you.

Are you tellin' the truth?"

Like you can't question him.

You fucked him over.

All right?

So my advice to you,

let this guy go.

Just stop fuckin' up the guy's head.

He's with someone else now.

He's makin' money off her.

You know, he's bangin' her.

He's havin' a good time.

It might grow into a love-you relationship

after he rips her off a bit.

So yeah, just, just drop it unless,

I mean, unless you wanna hook up with your ex-boyfriend

and try to make money and get in on it as well.

If you can get in on it,

maybe fuck him over a little bit,

make some cash.

You fucked him over once. Fuck him over again.

But you're gonna make some money.

All right, Pepperoni Donut.

"Hey Julian, I have a business right now

and we mostly take credit cards as payment."

That fuckin' sucks.

"How can I get into a good cash-only business,

so I don't have to pay those goddamn taxes,

and I can collect pokey," easy there, Rick,

"at the same time."

All right, yeah. You definitely don't wanna pay taxes.

Payin' taxes in business is fucked.

I mean, usually the rule in business,

you pay the government first, you pay your employees,

then you pay yourself.

Fuck all that shit.

You gotta pay yourself first.

You wanna get into a good cash business.

You just gotta use your imagination, man.

I worked at a pizza restaurant,

and, uh,

I found that you can fit like a dozen beer bottles

in a large pizza box, okay?

So then I'd load up pizzas boxes with beer, right?

Put 'em in the backseat.

You deliver some pizzas. People are partyin'.

They want more booze.

"I've got all kinds of booze. Three bucks a beer."

They usually sell out, immediately.

Make lots of money, make a good tip.

And everythin's good.

So do that.

Second bit of advice.

Part two of your question here.

Pokey, don't even get into the pokey, man, like.

You try to draw pogey,

you're havin' to deal with the government again.

All right?

That means you gotta go out

and throw resumes out to everyone.

You gotta pretend like you're gettin' a job.

You gotta meet with government people all the time

and fuckin' beg them for money.

Don't be beggin' for money, man.

Just fuck all that shit.

Make money on your own, all right?

All right, there we go.

That's it for today.

You can take my advice,

but if you don't want to take it,

I really don't give a fuck.

Cheers.

- [Bubbles] What?

- [Julian] Yep.

- [Bubbles] Kitty meat.

- [Julian] Bubs, I don't think we're allowed back here, man.

- Julian.

Just relax. I want to get closer.

- Yeah, don't fuckin' blow this.

- Just let's just act like we work here.

Yeah.

Goin' to feed the kitties we are.

Kitty feedin' time.

Ricky, I don't think there's a,

I don't think there's a lock on that gate.

- [Julian] Bubs, don't do that.

- Just relax.

- [Ricky] Bubs, I don't know.

Maybe just hold it through the fence, Bubs.

You don't need to go in there, do you?

- Oh look, Ricky. It's just a kitty.

[gate creaks]

- He's just a kitty? He's more than just a kitty.

[animal coos]

- [Ricky] Be careful, Bubs.

[Bubbles makes kissing noises]

- [Bubbles] Here, come here.

Come here and get a piece of meat.

Get some meat.

- Bubs, I dunno.

- [Bubbles] Yummy meat.

- Just throw it to him or somethin', man.

- [Bubbles] Yummy meat.

[cat snarls lowly]

Here's some meat for you.

[Bubbles giggles]

He'll get that meat later.

There's some meat for you.

[Bubbles giggles]

I don't get scared of kitties.

I would like you to let me outta there, though.

- All right, is he happy?

Can we get the fuck outta here now please?

- How cool was that?

- Awesome.

Look there he goes. He's gettin' it.

- Oh yeah.

All right, boys, let's go see the zonkey.

- The zonkey.

[Julian laughs] - Ricky.

- Zonkey.

- [Bubbles] Yeah, he's actually right, Julian.

There is a zonkey.

Hey, big fella.

How you doin', though? No, he doesn't like me.

[lion growls]

- Seems kind of scared of you.

He's not scared of me. Look.

- [Julian] Ricky, that thing,

he would totally rip you apart, man.

- Oh yeah.

I mean, if he was, if he wanted to hurt Ricky, he could.

You'd never beat that thing, Ricky.

- If you got behind him.

- If you got, but what would you do behind him?

- Get on his back.

- [Julian] Get on his back?

- Yeah.

[Julian] And what? Try to choke him out?

[Bubbles] He'd just go like that and.

- He's on his back, so he's goin' like this

and he can't get you

- He'll just roll around and claw you

and just start gnawin' at your neck.

- He'd have you, Ricky.

He'd just go like that and you'd come off,

and he'd just get you right there.

- Maybe I'll bite him by the neck.

- Let's go feed the zonkey

and get the fuck back to my bar.

[rooster crows]

- [Ricky] There's a baby somethin'.

- Oh, it's just an old bunny.

I've seen bunnies.

I can't believe the zonkey thing is real, Ricky.

- I told you Bubs what do you think, I was makin' it up?

- [Bubbles] Part zebra, part donkey. Zonkey.

- I think it's bullshit if you ask me.

Holy shit, look at the giant turkeys.

- [Bubbles] What?

- Giant turkeys?

- No, Ricky, those are ostriches or emus or somethin'.

They're not turkeys.

You couldn't eat the fuckin' thing on a-

- Why not?

- Thanksgiving dinner.

- You can eat any bird, Bubs.

Check out the little hang-y things, Bubs.

- [Bubbles] Oh, dirty little stinky-ass monkeys.

What's that? Where'd you get the camera?

- Got it at the gift shot.

If I'm gonna be at this fuckin' zoo all day,

I'm gonna be makin' some money.

Excuse me?

Wanna get a picture of you

and the little monkey there.

- Sure, that would be nice.

- All right, cool, right on, great. Smile.

[Julian] Look at that. He's got a little, little boner.

- [Woman] He does.

[Julian] All right. [camera beeps]

Here you go. That should be perfect.

- Thank you. Awesome, thank you.

- All right.

- All right, 20 bucks, please.

- Oh?

- 20 bucks.

It costs me money to do this thing.

It's what I do for a livin'.

- We're goin' to see the zonkey.

- [Julian] All right, I'll catch up to you guys.

- [Woman] I don't have 20 bucks.

- [Julian] You got some in your car or anything?

- [Woman] No. Well, yeah, maybe in my car.

- I know, this is the deal though.

You come back here,

I'll meet you back here in five minutes.

You get your picture.

- Julian.

- What?

- Look at this thing.

It's got zebra legs and a donkey body.

- [Julian] It's a donkey. It's a zonkey.

It's a zebra. Who gives a fuck?

- [Bubbles] Oh, pardon me.

I thought a zonkey might impress you,

you fuckin' dick weed.

- Should we go smoke another joint?

Keep this day goin'. Get drunk.

Julian's bar.

- Let's do it.

- Yeah.

- Made 80 bucks today.

- Let's do it.

See you later, zonkey.

- [Ricky] See you, zonkey.

- [Bubbles] See you, zonkey.

- [Ricky] See you soon.

- I got a new way to end it.

I'm just gonna make the screen go in.

[Bubbles shushes slowly]

- [Ricky] It's not workin', man.

- [Julian] No.

- [Ricky] Did it work?

- [Bubbles] I think so.

[gentle poignant music]

[seagulls faintly squawk]

[waves lapping]

[boat putt-putts]

[birds squawking faintly]

- [Numerous fish] Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,

Ooh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,

Jesus Christ!

[fish continue swearing]

[musical swipe]

[wildcat snarls]

[latch closes]

- [Whispering voice] Fuck off.