- 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 sh*t.
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.
Aachi and Ssipak!
- We are pooping
in a pot, we all
love to poop a lot.
The Diaper g*ng's
latest hijacking is foiled by
Shiball City Police.
- This department is committed
to tackling the Diaper g*ng
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.
Are you
just pretending to count?
- Yes.
- Ha.
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 sh**t you in the face.
- Listen to this, fucker.
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.
Uh, ye--
Uh, yes.
It's, uh, dangerous to keep
it inside of you when--
- You sh*t.
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?
No.
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 sh*t 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 sh*t creek.
We haven't had one Juicybar
in a month.
You know why?
The police forces?
No!
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?
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 k*ll me!
- Hm.
Aachi and Ssipak.
- All right, hit and run.
And a-one, and a-two,
and a-headbump!
Surprise!
It's tear gas.
Dude, what are you doing?
Kick down the door, dude.
Your Juicypop
is being delivered.
- No hard feelings, man.
Especially for you.
What did you eat?
Juicybar
delivered.
EnJ'0Y-
- You need to eat more fiber.
Oh man, that smells
like a baby dook.
Phew!
- Suck gas, b*tches.
- Whew.
- Na-na-na-na na-na-na-na,
Gasman!
- Dude, stop f*cking 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.
- f*ck 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 sh*t.
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 p*rn?
I No.
This is a p*rn
expeflence.
Imagine his d*ck
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--
Bullshit!
Jimmy.
Jimmy!
'W ha'?
- Jimmy, wake up!
Hey, remember us?
- You sold us out.
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.
- Geko.
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 a**l
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 f*cked up.
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 sh*t, man.
sh*t, man.
sh*t, man. sh*t man.
sh*t man.
sh*t man.
- Yes.
I am Shitman!
- This underwear really
hurts my balls.
- My junk is twisted up
like a rattlesnake!
- One, two.
Ah!
Wh a?
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 r*pe you.
- Only the boss can take
his shoes off.
from Razor g*ng in Section 3.
-80 Juicybars from Razor
g*ng in Section 3.
-25 Juicybars from the Cobra
g*ng in Section 4.
-25 Juicybars from the Cobra
g*ng 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.
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!
- Ssipakg
Come back here, you stupid
horndog d*ck for brains!
We got a job to finish!
God damn!
- Show that crazy bitch,
or bastard, or--
right now!
- Huh?
Wh a?
- 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!
Brotality.
- Uh oh.
- There are so many good
ways to k*ll you.
- Please!
No!
I'll do anything!
I was drugged!
- Aw, boo goo.
- When movie becomes a hit,
I can pay you anything.
- Movie?
- Yeah.
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,
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.
Actors
wanted for period drama.
Role requires great emotional
depth and
willingness to poo on camera?
So, they
poo on the camera?
- Ah, Jimmy.
Why won't you die?
He's like a cockroach.
- Dude, let's go b*at him up in
front of Beautiful so she can
check out all my huge
muscles and stuff.
OK.
So, this is
Joan of Arc, 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 of Arc gets really
angry, and she kicks
him in the balls.
But then God shows up--
th-that's me-- and says, Joan
of Arc, 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!
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.
- Look.
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.
Well, you
would know good sex if it
had sex with you.
Ciao.
- Rock, paper, scissors.
Yeah.
Bend over, assh*le.
You'll never bag a girl
like Beautiful.
The problem is, she thinks she's
hot, spicy sh*t, and to
her, guys like you are just
plain, lukewarm, sh*t.
You'll need a butt load of
money to change that.
Yeah right.
My sh*t's on fire.
- Woo hoo hoo hoo.
Not a bad show in there.
- Oh my god, she's so naked.
Naked?
W-what?
Dude.
Let me see.
- No way.
We Rock, Paper, Scissor'd.
- Hm.
Looks pretty small.
You sure she can crap big?
- Oh, she's full of it.
She can sh*t 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.
- OK.
_Hey guys.
Uh, run!
Ow, my butt hurts.
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.
You must
be constipated.
- Yes.
You think
that will work?
- No.
For constipation,
Goldlax and Silverlax!
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.
Successful
defecation.
Juicybar delivery in progress.
Your Juicybar is being
delivered.
Your Juicybar
is being--
Error.
Your error is being Juicy.
Oh sh*t!
- 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 g*ng 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.
- s*ab you in the eye.
'Ya!
Hiya, ya. ya!
Hiya!
- I got so many student loans.
Hey Diapers, keep the change!
- You got b*ll*ts
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 sh*t.
The Diapers.
- Save your b*ll*ts!
Find the girl.
- Where are we?
- What are you looking
at me for?
Look at them!
We found
this guy at the scene.
He's super dead, and his name
was Jimmy, presumably k*lled
by the Diaper g*ng-
I guess he used to be a p*rn
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 Ret*rded.
- Get to the point!
How did they get all those
Juicybars out?
- Uh, well, uh we
have no leads.
'Shut
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 g*ng were after.
The Diaper g*ng cannot poop,
so their need for Juicybars
makes them a prime suspect.
If we capture Beautiful, we
might be able to finally cr*ck
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?
sh*t.
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 b*ll*ts
for them to eat.
Let's go talk sh*t.
- 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, back.
- Huh?
Who the hell are you?
- f*ck this.
God damn this pirate leg.
What are you waiting for?
Move it.
Diapers?
They ruined my leg!
Arghg
_My morl€Y-
My money!
- Oh.
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 sh*t.
- Aachi!
- It burns!
Brain trauma.
Huh?
- There they are!
Arrest them.
- Oh sh*t, more Diapers!
- Two, three, four.
k*ll.
m*rder.
Headshot.
Miss.
Double k*ll.
Combo.
I wish
I never met you two idiots.
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 sh*t.
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 f*cked.
- 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.
- Yeah.
Get him.
Twist the leg.
Twist the leg.
Punch him in the mouth.
sh*t.
Uh, my motorcycle's
getting wet.
- Rah!
- Ugh, get off me.
Go!
Ah!
{giggles}
You lose!
- Chaos in Shiball City as
the Diapers run rampant.
Toilets in every sector
are under att*ck.
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.
- sh*t currently is crazy.
- Stop, I can't crap anymore.
Please not the dog food.
I poo better with cat food.
- Giddy up!
- p*rn actress Beautiful has been
spotted with the diapers.
Is she their new queen?
- Where are your previous
Juicybars now?
You've been sh1tting on us for
years, and now we're gonna
sh*t on you!
- sh*t on you.
sh*t on you.
sh*t on you.
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 b*at
the Diapers.
What the hell are
you gonna do?
- I'm going to b*at them up
myself, with or without you,
with both hands if I have to.
And even if they keep coming,
I'm not gonna stop.
- What?
+j
I realize what I said,
but, uh, I'm gonna
keep going with it.
Sh-Shut up.
- You dumb romantic!
You can't b*at off
the whole world!
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 b*at off people all
he wants, but he's not
gonna b*at off me.
- Occupied.
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?
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!
No!
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 b*at 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 b*ating people off?
- Shut up or I'll b*at 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
k*ll 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 m*rder the sh*t
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 k*ll him.
'No!
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 k*ll the chief?
- I wanted the pleasure
of k*lling you,
and now I have it.
- When will you k*ll the chief?
When will you k*ll the chief?
When will you k*ll the chief?
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.
That's
gross, man.
- att*ck!
- Oh sh*t, World w*r 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 k*lled.
No!
No, do it yourself.
I don't wanna die.
- Now deploying inflatable
torpedo.
- Geko, you fool, you'll
k*ll us all.
- Get out of here!
Get out of here!
- sh*t!
- What the f*ck?
- Ow, my brain.
- Group hug!
- He's so fast!
This is a really weird
wrestling match.
- How about we just give up?
- OK.
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.
Arghg
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.
- Whoa.
Hurry,
pull her in.
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!
'No!
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!
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!
Arghg
- Oh, man, weird.
Who threw that?
- What?
No.
Die, little monster!
Die!
- You.
- Ssipak, isn't that--
- Jimmy.
Jimmy's
a robot cop?
- I k*lled you with
my bare hands.
Let go!
You filthy bastard!
Why won't you die?
- Piece of sh*t.
What the hell?
'No!
- Later, gator.
- Get back here, you
big, blue assh*le!
- Boo'.!
Well, that was easy.
- Huh?
- Come fight me like
a man, bitch!
- Beautiful.
Beautiful!
- Get over here .
- All right, sh*t 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 p*rn here.
I told you guys to
do it right!
You're charged
with unlawful assembly,
conspiracy, and assassination.
Dead or alive, you're
coming with me.
- Whoa!
- Whoa.
- Whoa!
.HelP-
Help!
Help!
He--
- Beautiful.
Just a little bit further.
- Where am I? what is this?
- You idiot.
You'll k*ll us both!
- Ow!
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.
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.
- Yeah.
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 peas,
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!
Hey, my butts
Supporting you lazy bums.
You've gotta treat
it with respect.
You must
treat all butts with respect.
This song rules.
Aachi & Ssipak (2006)
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