Original subtitles

This is Angry Bob, the man with the industrial dick,

Coming at you loud and clear on W.A.R. Radio.

Rise and shine, folks. It's a beautiful day.

Just look at that sky. It's a work of art.

Nature never knew colors like that.

Friendly reminder: When you look at it,

be sure to wear your shades!

The radiation count's way up

and the heatwave ain't expected to let up either.

Weather control tell us it'll probably hit 110 downtown before nightfall.

As for the good news... There is no fucking good news!

So let's rock with one of our golden oldies.

New York, Max, that's the place to make it now.

You're talking 9,000 tons of steel,

4,000 tons of aluminum,

I mean, five to six million miles of copper wire.

Kitchen appliances, typewriters. audio gear, tons of auto parts.

Works of art, hanging in the galleries.

Just hanging there, waiting to be plucked.

I mean, clothing, toupees, bridgework, false teeth, prosthetic limbs.

You name it, New York has got it all.

No one's gonna repopulate the Big Apple,

no, man, not with the rad count the way it is.

You know, that stuff is just going begging.

It's Salvage City, Max. You'll love it.

Don't call me Max.

Well, well, well. Hard Mo Baxter. Taking a little vacation?

Is this authorized?

What do you care?

Nothing that comes in here is authorized.

Oh, untrue. I'm primarily legitimate now.

Maybe we should go elsewhere then, eh, Alvy?

No, no. Wait till I get my glasses.

Are you sure? Because we can go somewhere--

No, no, no, just wait.

That Alvy. He kills me every time.

My back.

Christ.

Where is the little man?

He's indisposed.

You pushing something?

See what his shit is.

Let me see.

Where'd you find it?

Glass flats. Do you want to see? Look it all over.

I'll give you 30.

40?

50. ls that all right?

I knew you'd see it my way.

Merry Christmas.

What the fuck was that?

A zonetripper.

I've seen his type. The whole sea is full of them.

Who was that?

Someone looking for the bathroom. Come on.

I put my boot in his ass and sent him on his way.

Why don't he piss in the street like everybody else?

- Show me. Where'd you get this? - Come here, you.

Out in the zone. What do you think it is?

Probably a maintenance drone.

- Stepped on a frag mine, I guess, huh? - Do you think so?

There's not a lot I can do with this.

It's got good visual circuits, infrared...

and unusual microgear. I'll give you 30 C's, cash in hand.

30 C's. Alvy, you're a generous man but I think I'll hold onto it.

This is junk. What are you gonna do with it?

It's Christmas Eve, Alvy. You should know that.

You used to be an elf, didn't you?

You can't expect me to go back to my girl empty-handed, can you?

You don't know my girl.

How much for the other stuff?

10 C's is as high as I go.

Yep, Alvy. You're as high as you're ever gonna go.

I can't help it if my mother caught a dose in the big one.

Come on.

You just wait. All those years out in the zone,

your kids will make me look like Narcissus.

- Hey, hey, folks! - Rise and shine.

I got an update here on the conflict we all know and love.

The death toll from last night's violation

of the Christmas ceasefire is still rising.

It currently stands at around 578,

with the counterattack now well underway.

I send this message of holiday cheer to all of you in range of my voice:

Kill, kill, kill!

Yo. Hey, Miss Wakowski.

Vernon, the son of a bitch was at my door again.

- Who? - I don't know. I didn't see him.

He just keeps ringing my bell.

Then how do you know it's the same guy?

Vernon, it is.

- I didn't see anybody. - Yeah. That's what worries me.

- Let me speak to Chief. - He's out on his rounds.

Jesus.

Don't worry, Miss Wakowski. We'll keep our eyes peeled.

Uh-huh.

Listen, Vernon, I--hey.

Vernon. I got a delivery coming up this morning.

- Be sure you let him up this time. - Will do.

And--

As planned, the Emergency Population Control Bill

will take effect at midnight on the first of the year.

Eager citizens are already lining up at sterilization centers,

which will be opened around the clock to aid in the transition

to what the President termed, "A clean break with procreation."

In a related story,

the two creators of the population control bill were found dead yesterday

in what appeared to be a bizarre suicide pact.

Ready on boil.

You took a beating on that deal, man.

That zonehead fell asleep

and you were still jacking up the price.

Well, I just want Jill to be happy.

That's what I like about you, Max. You're a real romantic.

You're the cabby?

- Where you guys going? - Downtown.

You guys like music? Check these guys out.

Used to be okay down here, you know that?

Used to be you could walk down here any time.

Go out on a Saturday night with just brass knuckles, nothing else.

Maybe a piece of wood or something,

piece of pipe, you know what I mean?

Nowadays you need a gun all the time.

Fucking bunch of shit,

what these people are doing to the fucking world.

It's the same every time, man.

The minute I'm back on Earth, I just wanna be out in space again.

Yeah, right. Until one of your boosters blows up under you,

or your heat shield rips off on the way home.

Hey, don't knock it. Dying in space is real easy.

One pssst and you're gas,

spread out over a thousand miles of stratosphere.

Jesus, man. Think of the view.

No more sitting in a bunker coughing your guts up,

or waiting for your first cancer cells to show

or kids to be born blind and blue,

because, I mean, you've had one trip too many

or caught snake-eyes in a genetic crap game.

Jesus, I mean, do you think Jill wants you to go on

wading around up to your arse in radioactive iodine

for the rest of your life?

You think she'd like it better if I ended up like one of these bums?

Holy shit.

What the hell happened here?

This place was a respectable building a few months ago.

Some drugged out joyrider drove a landcruiser

through the security gate.

You just can't keep 'em out.

Going up. Going up.

This place is going to hell.

Christ. They're all over the place. Somebody ought to help these people,

-or clear them out. - They just keep coming back, Max.

Nothing's gonna keep them out

except for sealing this place up like a bunker.

That's not such a bad idea.

- Does she know you're back, Max? - I didn't want to wake her.

- Do you think she'll let you stay? - Of course she will.

She sleeps better when I'm around. Makes her feel more secure.

That's a laugh, man.

She couldn't be more secure than she is now.

She's sealed in tight. She doesn't need you or me, man.

Is that right?

She doesn't stick her little toe out if she doesn't need to.

How do you know?

- I keep an eye on her. - Good. Keep it up.

When I'm not around... see nothing happens to her.

Okay, man. Sure.

You've been away a long time, man. What are you gonna tell her?

She understands. She knows I've got a job to do.

Jill. It's me, Mo. You home?

- Mo? - You gonna let me in or what?

- I changed the code. - She changed the code?

- You believe this shit? - I'll make up the couch.

Come on Jill. It's Mo and Shades. I'm back.

- Hey, baby. - Hey, Mo.

Cesium level's low today.

I've had warmer hellos.

- It's been a while. - Yeah.

Yeah.

- How's it going? - Fine.

- How are you? - Pretty good.

Got a job customizing these consoles for these uptowners.

Welfare checks are coming in. Can't complain.

See my new pet? I've been using it for a model,

and I woke up this morning and it made a web.

What do you feed it?

Little bits of soy meats. Sometimes I catch a bug.

Sucks them dry.

I've got something else you'll like.

I've been basing my work more on organic forms, but...

sometimes by the time I'm finished it's hard to tell.

It's like I'm fighting with the metal,

and so far the metal's winning.

It's very... powerful.

- Thanks, Shades. - Jill, I got something for you.

Oh, God. Look at this.

It's horrible. I love it.

- What is it? - Maintenance drone, I think.

I picked him up out in the zone.

Probably some kind of new design they were testing out.

I thought you could make an ashtray out of it or something.

Just look at the workmanship. It's so beautiful.

Yeah, it is, isn't it?

You don't look so bad yourself.

Merry Christmas, baby.

It's good to see you, Mo.

Spread those lips. That's it. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, that's it, baby.

Take that big dick. Yes. Take it all the way in, that's it.

All the way in.

Stare at her ass.

Oh, yeah.

Take it. Suck him dry.

That's it, baby, you got him now. God, you're beautiful.

Yeah, that's it, baby. Take that big dick, take it in.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Take him, baby. Squeeze that tube.

Yeah. Come on. Yeah. Take him, suck it dry.

That's it. That's my bitch. Yeah. Squeeze it.

Yeah.

Oh, you fucking bitch. God, I love you.

God, I love you, Jill.

So...

Mo...

Sweet.

This is a military file.

Do not proceed without correct security clearance.

Please select correct combat system required.

BAAL7697...

Biomechanical auto-independent artificially intelligent life form.

Fairisle Electronics presents its new model: The MARK-13.

Ready 0n boil.

(gunshon

...reports of widespread deficiency- related diseases in the inner city.

Elsewhere in the news,

popular support has been swift and loud

for the proposed Emergency Population Control Bill.

The bill would mandate...

Ugh.

-lt's raining. - What?

I thought it was raining.

God, I wish.

Oh. I was dreaming.

I could hear the rain... on the glass.

And you were lying beside me... in the dream.

I like it. No, really, I think it's great.

Where did you get all the baby dolls?

Shades found a whole box of them in the street.

Yeah?

Well, I provided the crowning touch, huh?

Did you hear about the new population bill they're trying to put through?

No.

They're trying to stop people from having kids in the next few years.

They're gonna levy fines against people who have too many.

Take away their ration coupons.

Chemically sterilize people who already have

-high enough doses of radioactivity. - It'll never work.

It's our nature to reproduce. To live on through our children.

Well, mankind's always gone against his nature.

It used to be natural to die of old age before you were 30.

Are you saying you like the idea?

No, I just...

think it's stupid and suicidal and sadistic to have children right now.

Stupid, sadistic and suicidal. The three S'.

- That's how I feel. - That's how you feel, huh?

And what is this? Some kind of statement about all that?

- No. - Because if it is, I don't get it.

I mean, what's the head supposed to mean anyway?

It doesn't mean anything.

It's--it's not for you. It's not for anybody.

I guess not.

All I'm saying is that it'd be nice if you could sell something

every once in a while. That's all I'm saying. I mean, wouldn't it?

Look, I'm doing all right on my own.

- I don't need anything from you. - I don't know about that.

Government takes a pretty big hunk out of my paycheck every month.

I mean, where do you think your welfare checks come from, huh?

What do you want me to do? You want me to join the corps?

Think of what our radioactive kids would be like then.

I stopped thinking about kids a long time ago.

You're always saying things will change. Maybe they will.

Oh, yeah, they will. They will.

They're gonna get worse before they get better.

- Survival of the fittest. - You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Oh yeah, I'd like that. And why not? I'm one of the fittest.

I keep asking myself why I let you in every time.

Why the fuck do I let you in?

- Christ. -l'll get it.

- No, don't answer it. - What are you scared of?

- Alvy. - I gotta see you.

Sorry to call you so late, but it's important.

Jesus, Alvy. Talk to me in the morning.

No, no, no. It has to be now. I'm talking about big bucks. Savvy?

Meet me in the yard in one hour and bring the MARK-13 with you.

- The what? - Oh, no. The skull and bones.

- No way, Alvy. Forget it. - Hear me out.

I can't talk on the phone. There's too many ears.

Meet me in one hour.

MARK-13 project, file number 4371 D. Fairisle Electronics.

Government funding to the MARK-13 project

is currently under suspension

due to minor problems with the prototype's insulation system.

Currently it's susceptible to high levels of moisture and humidity.

Designed primarily for arid terrain,

MARK-13 is self-repairing, capable of recharging

its storage batteries from just about any power grid,

including the sun.

The MARK-13's strength lies in its multifaceted combat systems.

Equipped with electronically activated weaponry and night sights,

the MARK-13 has a choice of using six primary limbs

and three auxiliary limbs.

More legs than a fucking spider.

"See these mighty buildings.

All shall be thrown down, shattered, to splintered, split.

The earth will shake, rattle and roll.

The masses will go hungry, their bellies bloat.

These are the birth pains. No flesh shall be spared."

No flesh shall be spared.

Yeah, that's it, love machine. You just keep walking away.

Yeah. Hey, baby.

Daddy's home.

Mo?

Oh, Jesus.

God.

Mo, where are you? Hello?

- Hello. This is Mo. - Who is this?

I told you, baby, this is Mo. Look, I wanna come back.

I'm ready to go again. I'm hard again just thinking about you, baby.

- What? - I'm so hard I could cut diamonds.

What you say we try it up the ass, huh?

How about if I fuck you with a string of popcorn, baby, up your ass?

- Who is this? - Then I pull it out real slow...

pop by pop, huh? You think you'd like that?

You think you're ready to try the Hershey Highway, huh?

Fill you all the way, huh?

- What do you say, Jill? - Fuck yourself, asshole.

I have a pain... here.

And I see their faces!

They are so small and yellow and black.

I want to squeeze them! These are fucking hippies!

Get right on down to Reno's

for your radiation-free reindeer steaks.

Hurry while stocks last.

The fully armed model storage tubes

carry an additional chemical weapon:

A cell-destroying toxin, Tricylobin Morphate.

available to you at no extra charge.

I remember. Smells like apple pie.

The drug causes sensory distortion followed by death.

- Designed for maximum - Hey. Hey.

-stealth conditions, - What the fuck'?

Tricylobin Morphate kills within seconds,

and even makes the target enemy enjoy the experience.

To administer the drug, the MARK-13 comes equipped

with a unique needle arrangement.

Alvy.

Alvy.

This is a military file.

Do not proceed without correct security clearance.

Please select correct combat system required.

BAAL 7697.

Biomechanical auto-independent artificially intelligent life form.

Fairisle Electronics presents a new model, the MARK-13.

Alvy.

MARK-13 project, file number 4371 D. Fairisle Electronics.

Government funding to the MARK-13 project

is currently under suspension

due to minor problems with the prototype's insulation system.

Currently it's susceptible to high levels of moisture and humidity.

The MARK-13's strength lies in its multifaceted combat systems.

The fully armed model's storage tubes carry an additional chemical weapon:

A cell-destroying toxin, Tricylobin Morphate.

Hey, hey, what the fuck?

The drug causes extreme nausea and sensory distortion,

followed by death.

Tricylobin Morphate kills within seconds,

and even makes the target enemy enjoy the experience.

Shit.

Jill? Jill?

Shit!

All right. Shades. Yes.

- Hi. - Shades!

Okay, man. Thank god you're home, man. I need your help.

- Hi. Hi. - Shades, listen to me.

This is serious. Jill is in trouble. You gotta help her.

This is serious, man.

It's cool. It's cool. It's cool. But...

Right now it's kind of just... Oh, jeez...

- What's wrong with you, Shades? - Oh, Jesus Christ, it's my heart.

- Shades, what's wrong with you? - It feels like an alligator.

Shades, what's wrong with you, man?

Do you know that, uh...

You know that tablet of lumiflash I was saving?

No, no, no. No, don't tell me that, Shades.

Not now. Not now.

Not tonight. Not tonight, Shades. Listen to me.

Shades! Shades! Shades, listen to me! Shades! Listen to me, Shades!

Come back! Come back, Shades. Come back, Shades.

Jesus Christ, it's beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Jesus Christ.

Shades, listen to me. This is serious.

What was that? What was that?

I want you to go down to the apartment.

I want you to get Jill right now, right fucking now!

I want you to bring her back to your place

-and lock the door till I get there. - Okay. Okay. Just--

- Are you listening to me? - Just let me get my trousers on, okay?

Shades, listen. I'm counting on you, man.

I'm counting on you. Okay?

Everything... is under... control.

Oh, God.

Hi.

No! God.

- It's okay. - Who are you?

I'm a neighbor.

What do you want?

Lincoln Weinberg Jr. You can call me Lincoln or Link.

I just wanted to be sure you're all right.

I'm fine.

Look, my boyfriend's asleep in the other room.

- Your boyfriend? - Mm-hm.

So I think you better go now.

You know, I don't think too much of this boyfriend of yours.

And I don't see anything going on between you,

you know, nothing real, nothing permanent.

- That's really why I came here. - God, get back.

Listen, I know a lot about you.

I know things about you that you probably don't even know.

Or admit.

You've always been my favorite subject.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, wow. What's that?

There's a droid running crazy in my lounge.

That's okay. We can go to my place.

Why won't this work?

Someone's activated the emergency override.

You can only disengage it from the main console.

How do you know?

I used to be with the surveillance company

that installed all the locks and cameras

in this whole block a few years ago.

That's how we know each other. You made me a coffee while I was here.

- Black, two sugars? - I don't remember.

It's okay. I don't mind.

Now what?

Sounds like something's overloading the main power grid.

- Well, look, Mr. Weinberg. - Lincoln. You call me Link, please.

- Lincoln. Can you get us out of here? - Where's the main terminal?

It's in the living room, but you can't go in there.

That's okay. It's all right. It's all right.

I know what I'm doing. Let me have it. Come on. Come on.

Come on, you can trust me. I know what I'm doing.

Okay.

Look, keep talking so I know where you are.

I'm right here.

Hello in there?

Any bad, bad androids anywhere--ouch!

HEY-

Come out, come out, come out, come out, come out.

Lincoln?

Lincoln? It's okay! I'm all right!

There's nothing in here.

Hot night.

- What's his name? - Whose?

- Your boyfriend. - Moses.

Moses? Jesus, some name. He's not around very much, is he?

You know, you ought to get somebody closer to home.

- Somebody kind of like a neighbor. - Just fix the friggin' console, okay?

You smoke a lot of dope. I see you.

Does it get your boyfriend hard or what?

I get people dope sometimes when they come around to my place

-and it gets them hard. - You can stop talking now.

What if I sing? You want me to sing?

I don't really care. Just get us out of here.

Okay.

Oh, we all walk the wibberly wobberly walk,

and we all talk the wibberly wobberly talk.

Oh, we all wear wibberly wobberly ties,

And we look at all the pretty girls with wibberly wobberly eyes.

I made that up.

Look. I want to make two things very clear to you right now.

One: There is no other way out of here,

so that means that droid is still in here somewhere.

- And two... - You just want me to leave.

I just want you to open the door.

Why are you so afraid of me?

I'm not afraid of you.

- Why not? - Two: My boyfriend, he's in the corps.

He just got back from the zone.

He just went out for a pack of cigarettes.

Any second he's gonna walk through that door.

And we don't want him to get the wrong idea, do we?

Check. Good thinking. Okay, this should just about do it.

So we can go?

- Uh... wait. I just wanna... - What?

- Your blinds. - What about them?

You closed them. I just wanna...

Oh, we all walk the wibberly wobberly walk...

- No, I didn't. - And we all talk

the wibberly wobberly talk.

No, I didn't. Don't!

You don't wanna keep these closed.

You won't be able to see Santa Claus coming.

No!

Help me!

Wow, man.

Check... and mate.

Hey, Chief! How'd you do that?

I didn't even see that coming.

- Sicilian maneuver. - Shit.

That's how you beat computers when you play them.

Machines don't understand sacrifice. Neither do morons.

- Read! - Ow! Jesus!

Oh, God! Go away!

Help!

Infrared. Bastard's using... infrared.

Jill!

Jill, are you in there?

Come on.

Eat that! Motherfucker!

Shit.

Why haven't you done it?

- I don't know, man. She wouldn't-- - Get out of the way!

Jill!

Jill!

Jill, open the door!

Open the door, Jill!

Oh!

Jill!

No! No!

Together, mates! Together! Together!

Shoot it!

It's dead, baby!

He's dead! I got him!

He's gone!

Put that fire out over there!

- Come on man, turn the alarm off. - Come on, get on, come on, move along!

All right. All right, Chief, man, cool down.

Why don't you just take a chill pill, man?

- I'm getting rid of it. - Come on, brother.

Stop mucking about and put that fire out!

What are you doing? Move it! Come on, move it!

Okay. I'm here, I'm here. I'll take care of you, okay?

- Here we go. - I can do it!

Just put this on. There we go. There we go. Okay.

This is a serious fuck-up, Max.

Okay. Here we go. I'm right here, baby.

Vernon! Come here, boy!

- Who's the stiff? - I don't know.

Never seen him before.

Jesus. It's beautiful.

Hope it didn't hit anybody.

Blast. Hey, Mo.

The fire's out. You wanna call the cops and get an ambulance?

I already had somebody call. They should have been here by now.

They're too fucking late. It's all over.

Calm down, Jill.

Over! It's too late, Mo!

You're in shock, baby. You're in shock.

It's too late. You fucking left me!

I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere.

- Yeah, for how long? - From now on, baby, okay?

I'm gonna take care of you. Everything is gonna be all right.

I don't care about the money. I'll get something together here.

Maybe--maybe you and I should go to New York. Just the three of us.

All right. All right, Shades. We can talk about it later, okay?

You never had to go back, did you? All that bullshit about your contract.

- You just wanted to be able to leave - No, no, no.

- When you felt like it. - You don't understand, Jill.

- You don't understand. - Guys, I've gotta go.

- It was a lie, wasn't it? - No, it wasn't a lie. It was...

Listen, they--they threw me out, Jill.

- They threw me out. - It doesn't matter. It's all a lie.

They're lying if they think that thing's gonna kill the enemy.

It doesn't care who it kills.

It's the first useful thing they've ever given us.

What are you talking about, Jill? What are you talking about?

That little bastard you just blew away.

That's their population control.

- Our final solution. - So what?

- You gonna let them win? - No.

- You gonna lay down and die? - I wanna live.

Of course you wanna live.

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

- Jill, baby. Baby. - Help me! I'm slipping!

I can't, baby! I can't! You're hanging on a power line.

If I touch you, we'll both fry!

Help me!

Listen! The ledge just below you! You've got to jump!

- I can't! Help me! - Swing it! Swing, baby!

Jill, swing, swing, for the love of Christ.

I can't!

- Just swing and jump. It's coming. - Help me.

You've gotta do it. Jill, it's coming. Swing, swing for the love of Christ.

It's coming.

Jill!

(gunshon

Piece of shit! You can't fuck with me! You can't fuck with Mo!

I'm divinely protected, asshole.

You can't fuck with me. You can't fuck with me.

You stay away from me.

You stay away from me.

You can kill him. Jill, you can kill him.

You can. You can.

Let go.

Get out of the way. Get out of the way!

- Give her some air, move! - Let go. Yield. Yield.

- Take it easy, Jill. Take it easy. - Go. Be still.

- Look who's all right. - Be still.

- Look, it's okay. Easy, Jill, easy. - Be still. Let go.

- Easy. Easy. - No.

No, no, Jill. Just lie down. Lie down.

- Where's Mo? - Sweet release, waiting.

I've already called somebody. They...

Just lie back, Jill. Just lie back. Everything is gonna be okay.

Let go. Shh. Shh.

Jill. Jill.

- Jill. Look, be careful. - Just hang on, Mo! I'm coming!

- Mo's gonna be all right. - It was raining.

I dreamed it was raining.

Jill, baby. Listen, it had a defect. There's a defect.

It's raining.

It's raining, and the insulation system, Jill...

No! No! Light! Light, man!

A spark! A spark! Light! Light! Fight! Fight!

No! No! Hit! Hit!

Hold it together! Hit together!

Together!

"The flesh shall be spared for the elect,

who then shall see him coming, the son of man.

And he shall send his angels on a mission

to gather together his flock."

Are you going somewhere?

I'm going nowhere.

Jill! Come back. Come back, Jill.

Jill, come back.

Put the bat down Jill. Put the bat down.

Jesus Christ. Jill. Please, Jill.

- Oh, sweet Jesus! Sweet Jesus! - Get out of the way!

Come on, Jill, come on.

Please, Jill.

- Let me go! Let me go! - Get out of my way, Vernon.

- I can't do that, Miss Wakowski. - I said get out of my way, goddammit!

Miss Wakowski, I'm sorry. He's in there.

Look, so's Mo!

- Miss Wakowski! Shit. - Vernon? Vernon, are you okay?

- She hit me, god damn it! - Vernon!

Miss Wakowski!

- Chief! Chief! Chief! - Let me go! Let me go!

Chief, come on! Look, open the door.

You'll be all right, my man. Chief, you'll be okay, man.

Oh, fuck!

(gunshon

Mo?

Mo?

Why couldn't you wait for me?

Mo?

God damn you!

Why don't you come after me, you fucking part junkie?!

You scared?!

God.

Yeah, you can feel me now, motherfucker.

I'm right inside your mind.

Talk to me.

Hey, baby.

Can't we make a deal?

A deal. You took a beating on that deal.

I'm not the enemy. This isn't the zone.

- She knows I've got a job to do. - What job? What is your mission?

I'm trying to tell you, Jill. I love you, Jill.

There's a defect, Jill, in the insulation.

There's a defect. You can... you can...

I can what?

Goddammit, I can what, Mo?

- I love you. - I can what?

It's raining.

- What is your primary function? - What is your primary function?

- Primary function. - Damn it, are you alive?

Oh, we all talk the wibberly wobberly talk.

And look at all the pretty girls with wibberly wobberly eyes.

I wanna live.

Bastard.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, I know the answer!

Come on.

Jill!

Jill, jump, Jill!

Jump!

Come on, you bastard.

Bastard!

Fucking shoot it!

Shoot it!

Easy. It's gone now.

It's over now. It's gone now.

It flies now, it's gone now. It's gone now. It's gone now.

It's over now.

It's dead now.

This is Angry Bob, coming at you loud and clear on W.A.R. Radio,

somewhere on your dial, and I'm gonna wake you up!

We got some good news this morning from Fairisle Electronics.

The Defense Department has just given them the go-ahead

to mass produce the new MARK-13 Cyborg,

and as a result, 800 wonderful new jobs are to be created

on the main assembly line.

So get your unemployed asses on down to Fairisle Electronics,

and get yourselves a job, huh?