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Oh, it was some damn fool.

Oh, shit.

My calm's busted.

Oh, my thermal's busted, too.

I should have got snapped in half and died on the way down.

Instead of slowly turning into a meat popsicle.

Cool?

Tina!

Tina!

I got ya!

I got ya!

Ah!

Ah!

Tama!

Tama!

Tama!

Tama, I'm down here!

Tama!

Whoa!

You ever done it?

No!

Hold on.

Oh!

Oh, shit!

Your flamethrower's still good.

Not a single scratch.

It's a good thing I thought to come down here.

Weapons will be happy to see this.

Yeah, I'm gonna turn this in, okay?

I can take it.

You're not mad, right?

I'm just taking this?

I mean, it's not looking very good for you, right?

Also, right only goes as far.

Huh?

Yeah, no.

We're cool.

You shouldn't have to take the rest time.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

Plus, they're gonna reprint you back out tomorrow anyway.

Yeah.

Hey, Mickey.

Yeah.

What's it feel like to die?

I'm sure you're used to it right now.

Still.

How many times is this?

You're Mickey, 16?

I'm sure you're used to it right now.

Still.

How many times is this?

You're Mickey, 16?

17.

Jerk.

I'm 18 after this one.

Well, it's nice knowing you.

Have a nice day.

See you tomorrow.

Oh, great.

Why not?

Huh.

Oh, that's a pretty big one.

Hopefully I'll just get swallowed in one go.

It's gotta be better than slowly freezing the death.

I guess.

Or maybe not.

But they just printed me out again every time I died.

All my data is saved.

I just get all in your body.

They do all that's kind of what they do.

They just get all in your body.

They do all that's kind of what they do.

They just get all in your body.

They do all that's kind of regular uploads of memories

and my personality traits and re-implant it back in my brain.

That's some crazy technology, man.

Let's just say it's advanced.

It's very advanced.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Come on.

Wait.

We just pulled on a second.

Just like, you know, on the deluxe.

Breathe, let's try to breathe.

The whole body, trinity and memory,

transplanting thing.

To be honest, it was so ridiculously ahead of its time

that it caused so many like ethical fights

and religious blah, blah, blah.

It was actually banned on Earth

and they only allowed now in outer space for expandables like me.

So from the second we left the atmosphere,

they made me work my ass off all the way to this planet.

Gave me one mission after another.

All right, Tech. What's going on?

The extra cables here already.

Um, the thing is, Mickey,

pay medical. You want to tell them?

Tell me what.

Hi, Mickey. How you doing?

Are you experiencing any vertigo, nausea or dizziness?

Uh, I guess I am feeling a little dizzy.

It's only going to get worse from here, Mickey, with a nice fever, too.

Truth is, you're exposed to unthinkable levels of radiation right now,

which is why we send you out in the first place.

Okay.

If you could give us a full description of your symptoms.

So a couple things I want to go through on our cosmic radiation check was first.

How long until your skin starts to burn?

Then how long until you go blind?

And of course, how long until you die?

That's the real nut we're after.

There was this one time in my fourth grade science class.

I messed with a lab frog.

I just figured this all must be my punishment.

Mickey, take off your glove so I can see what's happening under your space soon.

Oh, oh, oh, wow! Did you see that?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Keep yourself hydrated, Mickey.

It's not too extreme, you're harsh.

Our cardiote, I think the dose was too high.

In 10 minutes, I'm just focusing on getting all the blood samples.

He's going to bleed through his eyes, nose, mouth ears and rectum.

Make sure to collect separate samples from every home.

Okay, and keep the memory up low, going at the same time.

This Mickey's special, you know that, right?

Out of all the Mickey's, he will have the shortest lifespan.

I heard...

Terry's.

Oh.

Actually, good news.

It's more like 15.

Much better, isn't it?

I would have been filthy rich by now, life insurance, except I've obviously expendables are uninsurable.

There's no workers' comp, no unions, no pension benefits.

Now, I wouldn't be surprised if you were thinking at this point.

Well, then, why did you do this to yourself?

Well, because I had a friend who told me that one day

Macarons would sell better than burgers.

And because I trusted this shitty friend and I got an enormous loan from a wonderful gentleman to open a Macarons store.

No, no, no.

All right, all right, calm down.

I'm well aware that you're full weeks left.

Just think of this as a little field trip.

A taste of what, man, for what should you fail to reimburse us in a time in a manner?

Besides, you two have a lot of time on your hands.

That's your little Macarons shop gone under.

This is quite a show you got on here for me, quite a show.

The message is clear. I hear you. I hear it loud and clear. I'm late. I'm late. The money is late. It's coming.

Two people behind me.

Darius Black, the name I wish I'd never heard.

Mr. Blank is not that concerned with money. He is plenty.

This building is just one of his many assets.

Watching his delinquent borrowers die, savoring details of death, that you truly enjoy.

The message is clear. You can stop now. We can stop.

You know, it's, it's, I hear you. Two weeks, two weeks is all it takes. All it takes now.

And more time.

And more time. More money.

Mr. Blank.

I'm late.

I'm late.

You caught that gentleman four days ago at Ulam-Battura, Longoli.

Looks expensive.

Best assured, anyone who misses the deadline, we chase them to the ends of the earth.

So we decided to get off of earth.

Nothing was working out and I got no family lying on me.

So I applied to the call in the expedition, but there's like a million other people with the same idea.

Seems like the whole of this rotten planet was running away from something.

I guess everybody's got money problems.

But anyway, we had to get on this ship because it was the last one of the seas.

Waves upon waves of people desperate to leave earth.

It's clear, anti-migrationists are talking to a brick wall when they insist on fixing up the earth instead of risking lives by migrating to another planet.

It feels like these passionate applicants are already off in space.

More importantly, this is the expedition led by former congressman Kenneth Marshall, who lost his last two elections.

Is this failed politician?

Now trying to establish a kingdom beyond the stars.

Is it his fanatical supporters who won him a generous sponsorship from a particular religious organisation in corporation?

So many questions left unanswered.

Let's go and talk to the crowd.

Excuse me, are you a Kenneth Marshall supporter?

I am a big time. I am a full on supporter.

I basically am the one and only.

Are you from Marshall's official channel?

I'm from the East Wing.

So Marshall is watching this right now?

Oh my God.

I need to pick me. I'm so pleased to pick me.

You can pick me only on an army.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have another wild chance storm today. Access is now restricted to game three.

Please visit our stands for discounted goggles and masks.

Additional fibers sent off with Marshall Bay, as always.

The other expeditions wouldn't take me, but they're wrong. I promise I can fix toilets.

I make gingerbreads, but you've got to take me to this shop.

I know.

Expendable?

You're planning to be in expendable?

Seriously?

You read through the whole application?

Yeah.

I should have read through it.

Man, I didn't have too much of a choice.

I don't have any bona fide certifications.

I don't really have any skills whatsoever.

Then I find out Timo has already called Dibs on a position for himself as a flitter pilot.

He only just got his learner's permit a couple of weeks before.

No idea what he had to come up with to pull that off.

But you've got to give it to him.

Excuse me.

Is there like some construction going on?

Sorry, what?

Yeah, I don't hear like a...

I like it.

Chainsaw.

Ah, no.

I wanted to get the hell out of there.

Somewhere where the sound couldn't follow me.

It was far out into space.

You read through the paperwork?

Yes.

You read it, so you know right, this is going to be a pretty extreme job.

But it's also going to be fun.

I'll explain all the details.

I got so distracted by that smell, the smell of this woman's hair.

It was like it brought back some far away memory or something.

That giant tank downstairs is called a cycler.

It takes organic waste produced in the spaceship.

Apple peels, chicken bones, rotten eggs, dead bodies, human waste, you name it.

Then it combines, refines and recycles them and sends a portion to this printer.

Raw materials for a human body.

Once you die and the committee approves, it'll print a new version of your body within 20 hours.

Take your clothes off.

Change into this.

I couldn't even hear anything she was saying.

It was like all my senses were focused on my nose.

Like real déjà vu, but for a smell.

We're going to do a full scan of your bio data.

That means you'll be reprinted exactly as you are right now.

Forever.

I better block this.

Otherwise it'll be there every now and then.

Well, I'm glad she didn't know about the one on my butt.

So after she does the body scan, she uploaded my memories.

Call it a personality backup.

I got to do this once a week so I don't have any big gaps every time they print me out.

In the past, you would have needed a hard drive the size of a commercial refrigerator to copy an adult brain.

Now this little brick. Clever, right?

I saw I was injected with some special solution.

It brought back a flood of old memories.

Too many memories.

We were heading home from the supermarket.

I asked to sit in the front seat.

I said I'm big enough.

And this one I saw the red button.

Well, I should press it and she crashed.

Put it to your head and pull the trigger.

This is the final requirement to become expendable.

Prove to me you have faith in this system.

From now on you need to get used to dying.

This is your job.

Okay.

I began the four and a half year journey as Mickey won.

When you're stuck in a spaceship for that law, food is everything.

Warning, Mickey won.

Seven calories over the current, retinalication.

On that first day in the cafeteria,

I think I might have started thinking, what have I done a little?

The whole room is full of people eating this crappy food.

There's total silence.

Like you could hear a pen drop.

Until Kenneth Marshall and his wife, Elphah, walk in.

And a whole bunch of people just started going nuts.

I was thinking, what the hell am I doing here?

But that's when I saw her.

Nasha.

That was the first time I saw Nasha Barrage.

On day one, this long journey.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Keep that up for one minute and you waste five calories.

That's two percent of the precious meal you're eating right now.

As you know, our number one priority is to conserve food resources

until our arrival at Niffleheim.

So that we maximize our survivorship.

So listen up.

Sexual intercourse, for example.

Each session can soon be one hundred calories.

At least, depending on the participants, duration, time, friction equals up.

The point is, Kenneth is talking to the committee about banning all sexual activity on the show.

Darling, are you sure this is the right time to bring that up?

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help you.

No, it's okay.

In my doing okay.

Should I go harder?

Yes, yes.

Come on.

Hi.

Hello, pioneers.

Once we've arrived in Niffleheim, which secured our food production,

we will launch the greatest sex encouragement campaign in history.

Thank you.

You will spread your seed off the planet.

But we strive, that we strive, that we are all more alive.

Our daily species, we shall remember them.

So we started infesting with love.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

Unfortunately.

This is lovely.

Come on, it's so happy.

Come on, it's so happy.

Those four years would have felt like 40 if it weren't for Nasha.

She stayed with me in the best of times and kept by my side in the worst of times.

Not everyone gets lucky enough to find a soulmate like this.

None of this would have happened if I'd never boarded this spaceship.

So I'll hail the great Lone Shark Darius Blank.

Thanks, Darius.

But it wasn't like I was slacking though.

I was super busy every day taking care of Nasha.

She's an all-in-one elite agent.

It's not easy supporting someone who's a soldier, a police officer, and a firefighter.

But what she sees of me, I got no idea.

I'm just grateful.

But as soon as I step out the door, the ship was filled with mostly dickheads.

Hey, Mickey, right?

Come to me just ask.

What's it like to die?

You know when you're reprinted?

Now, how does that feel?

Oh, come on, just tell us.

We really want to know.

Imagine spending years' elbow to elbow with these bozos.

It was enough to push anyone over the edge.

Sometimes even if Nasha, who is a model citizen, would have to step in and remind us that we were all one big happy family.

They're to help one another.

They're to have each other's backs.

A tight-knit, harmonious community.

Hey, Mickey.

You must be hungry.

Have some more.

Thanks, Kai.

Do you change your shampoo?

Sumpoo.

It's only one shampoo in this entire space.

Thank you.

I was a very long trip in a beautiful community.

But Nasha was obviously my one and only hino.

For real.

And as for my one and only job, I was proud of it.

I felt like I was part of the team.

Monday, Monday.

We lost the whole career.

Oh, good day!

My brother, traveler.

And sisters.

It is long that we have talked four years together in this ship, and I and we love you like our merry-on family.

And here we are, right below us, awinks, our merry-on planet of purity.

What do you wrong with it? It's going away!

Maybe you have some blue or something?

Like a virgin vanilla ice cream.

Touch for the baby first time.

Where we really call?

Whoever's gone down there first, come free to death.

That's it, Mickey, deep breath. Still your lungs?

Imagine there's an unknown virus in the air.

And you're sucking in every single microscopic particle floating around.

All the viruses.

Fill every avioli.

So good?

Oh, so good!

Brilliant.

There really was an unknown virus in the air.

Uh, lethal one.

Oh, good!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Oh, wait!

What are you doing?

So fucking what?

Oh, wow.

There.

In the end, thanks to the lab rats Mickey 12, 13, 14, 15, and 16 getting stabbed, gassed,

dumped, and burned, we got the vaccine.

My great gift to mankind.

And so we didn't need oxygen masks and we could see our breath as much as we wanted.

What could that, Jennifer?

Ridiculous.

I can't believe it was the living that thing.

I know, right?

Plantball was ages ago and we're still eating the same crappy, in-flight TV dinner.

Ha ha ha.

Precisely why we ought to build residential complexes.

Now grow crops as soon as possible.

Yes, sure.

Let's spread the seed.

Invest the land.

Propagate the species.

Oh my god.

This is freezing.

Wow.

Look at that color.

He has beautiful...

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

He's such a close.

He should learn some break for food.

Okay.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Come on.

What's break for?

Look at that.

Take a look.

Perfect break for the shut up.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh!

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Hold it!

Ah!

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Aah!

Look!

I'm fine.

No.

I'm fine.

Oh.

Oh.

What's that?

I don't know where there are more in the hole.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Come on, Mickey.

Let's go.

Oh!

Go!

Go!

Poop.

Oh!

Oh!

I'm going to die!

AHHHHH!

I'm going to die!

AHHHHHHH!

AHHHHH!

I'm going to die!

I'm going to die!

Mickey! Mickey!

It's my show.

You fucking useless level asshole!

You're an expendable!

You're here to be expanded damage!

I'm sorry.

And my Jennifer Jelton,

I'm dead and not you!

I need you, Troy, as you are.

You know, I'm just gonna cut off.

I thought I wanted to know.

Disgusting.

Really? You live my sauce?

No, no, no, no, darling.

Those things, look at them.

What's going on?

They're delicious out there.

Oh, I hope it's my light, kid.

Thank you!

Stance, they'll go move.

They must...

pre-human flesh.

A creepy...

Oh, honey, that's perfect.

You should call the creepers.

I'll call the creepers.

I'll call them creepers.

President, are you listening?

Expendable, I decided, and the committee,

that going forward, your rations will be halved.

So my shift doubled...

14 hours every day, seven days a week,

until I brought home a creeper sample.

Deema!

Deema!

Deema!

Deema!

How did I survive that?

Whoa!

You haven't died yet?

What's it feel like to die?

Even on my 17th go around, I really hate dying.

Still...

Always.

Every time.

Bone apotite.

I'm not coming out of the printer.

I'm still 17.

Why didn't that thing eat me?

I was passed out.

That I not look tasty enough.

I'm not going to be able to get out of the printer.

I'm still 17.

Why didn't that thing eat me?

I was passed out.

That I not look tasty enough.

Oh, my God.

I'm saving me for the kiddos.

What a great mom.

Oh, please, just make it quick.

Come on, guys.

Bitbites.

Bitbites.

Ow!

Where are you taking me now?

It's my meat gone bad after all that re-printing.

Oh, my God.

I'm still good meat.

I'm perfectly good meat.

I taste fine.

Oh, my God.

Ditching me out here in the middle of nowhere.

It's not cool!

Oh, my God.

Hey, hey, hey.

Oh, my God.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

How's that?

Hey, hey, hey.

Little lady!

Hey, little lady!

Hey, little baby!

Mother!

You all right, sister?

All right.

Please.

Yeah, piping.

Whoa, whoa.

Okay, wait!

34!

Shit!

I can't think that Brock is, are you wide?

You can't just have the authority to bring something like that in.

You think you can jab something that huge through here?

Science requested it, so don't give me shit about it.

You try to jab it in and scratch anywhere on this day.

My day is on you.

On me, how? Play the guys in science.

They cut into this science, right?

I have specific orders to bring it as it is.

I don't fucking care today.

Through the meeting over that, I can't reach them.

I'm not taking the call for this.

Every time you come in here, my day, gate 3, you act like you all in the place.

Why?

I'm not on a home and this shit will be shit.

You should shut the fuck up, okay?

You know why he didn't get laid.

Fuck you!

Oh, damn, Mickey.

Didn't expect to see you out there today.

Wait.

Is that the time?

It's 2.30?

It doesn't mean he says.

That's right, that's it.

You're not on the phone.

Do you remember what?

Do you remember what I left?

What did you say?

Go ahead and open your way, buzzer.

Stop it, stop it, beans.

Shut it off, the mains.

The switch, hang.

No, no, no, stop it.

I'm in free.

Right now.

It's that time again.

The dinner of your dreams with Kenneth Marshall,

who will be this fun, lucky guest of honor,

a grand surprise awaits.

Hang on to your ship because the dove of luck

just might come fluttering its wings

with an invitation for you.

From Dublin, Larder.

Over and out.

Wales is 16, poisoned family.

VOn�

Getting over here again.

What are you sis?

Why aren't you dead?

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

No, no, no, no.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, 18.

They printed you out today.

What the fuck is going on?

According to Tim, while you should be sliding out

on one of those creepers' assholes right about now.

You have to put it like that.

Oh god, I'm completely fucked.

What do you mean?

We're multiples.

I gotta kill you.

Kill me?

Ha!

I mean, you should probably kill yourself if one of us has to die.

You spend like two hours since I was printed?

I barely had a life.

Oh, I was never dead.

So you don't count?

Go back to the cyclone!

Multiple so. Where do I even begin?

Mankind is not equipped to deal with the legal and ethical implications

of adopting this human printing technology.

Please tell me, can any of you honestly

guarantee that the technology will not be abused?

No one in their R&D department could come up with a convincing answer.

But the real problem was that one of the brains behind human printing

turned out to be a certified psychopath.

Helen Manikova.

I think it's him.

Are you sure?

There was this series of particularly brutal murders

targeting homeless people and only one eyewitness account.

But it matched Alan Manikova's appearance to a T.

The cops thought they had their man except Manikova had a short flyer alibi.

At the time of the murder, he was getting his makeup done for a chosen science show.

But the cops had his number.

When they raided Manikova's house, they brought two sets of handcuffs and warrants.

They were on to him.

Or rather, they were on to them.

Which one's Manikova prime?

You?

Or you?

Yep, they were two.

One for the murder and one for the alibi.

Manikova had printed another Manikova without the company knowing.

And so here's a question for you.

Are they accomplices or did one act under the other's orders?

Are these separate and independent crimes?

Or were they one person from the get-go?

They only get half portions in jail or they get a full meal each.

Police, legal experts, philosophers, everyone was snumped.

But while Manikova won and two were both locked up in an interrogation room,

another homeless man was brutally murdered.

Low and behold, Manikova 3.

I think it was some cheap tabloid reporter who called them multiples or

some professor or something. Whoever came up with it, it stuck.

And pretty soon the word multiples spread fear and contempt.

So multiples are an abomination.

They destroy the natural order.

Each soul shall only have one by, right?

One soul, one by.

The Lord, he only blesses this one-to-one union.

But former Congressman Marshall does have a point worth considering it would be a shame

not to explore the potential application of this advanced technology.

I was happy to receive an invitation from this committee.

You were subpoenaed, Mr. Marshall?

Sure, sure. In any case, I want to take this opportunity to speak as an expedition command.

Human printing is a sin.

Multiples are Satan's work.

However, I've been contemplating how can we use this abomination for our common economic benefit?

I propose a trial run of human printing far from Earth under the strictest oversight,

limiting such individuals to one per expedition per planet under the designation expendable.

Multiples, in the case of multiples, we exterminate every offending individual

in totality, mind and body, all for the sake of public service.

On this Niffleheim expedition, all multiples will immediately be arrested, executed,

and permanently deleted.

Oh, what the hell is this guy?

Nasha told me that Mickey III was whining and clinging.

Five was in the sights of an apparently eight was pretty annoying and kind of stupid,

but none of them were complete nut jobs.

Even this alone would take us scared of being a multiple.

Less permanent deletion, trying to trash me in the cycler.

If one of us has to go, it ain't gonna be me.

Uuh?

Yes.

Elvis.

My answer is.

Oh, you split the work with you.

And when you take turns, die.

No!

You!

Oh, I'm your 18th.

So you take...

You can take all your even numbers and I'll just cover like 1921 and the odd numbers.

Are you afraid to die?

Yeah.

You died plenty of times.

What are you so scared of?

Till now, I died and I was just born again.

No.

It felt like it was me continuing on.

But now, once I die, there'll be over for me.

There'll be you living on.

You get what I need.

I don't like you.

You're such a little bitch.

But I'm you.

I'm not you.

I'm not gonna live like you.

I'm gonna kill you.

What the fuck, man?

Are you trying to get noticed?

They don't even have cameras.

Take that off, dumbass.

Amateur.

You're first time.

No, no.

This is the purest of the frame.

Undeluded.

Who do you think you're talking to?

This is pure ungod-oxie.

It's fucking rare.

You only get two oxyzulfol caps in one flamethrower, man.

What is that?

I feel it.

What are you doing?

That's not a thing.

Open it.

Should we just kill that son of a bitch?

What?

Don't ask a surprise.

Don't waste it for me.

Your memories are my memories.

The money blow.

That bastard put most of the loans under our name.

There is blanks ledger where the ones on the hook.

That needs that dick.

Have fun, man.

Let's kill him.

Are you crazy?

He's like my god.

Only friend.

Forever.

Same war for this as me shit.

Oh, my god.

Oh, Timo.

Vicky, what?

Looks like business is blowing up, huh?

What are you talking about?

Another joke you're coming in, huh?

Hey, are you men killing me?

Wait till I get on here.

I'm going to kill you.

What the fuck is this?

Come down lower.

Fuck you, idiot.

Okay.

Okay.

Come on.

Mickey help me.

What is that?

Why are you so red?

That looks hot.

No, I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

I'm not.

Oh, my god.

I'm not.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Why are you so red?

That looks hot.

What are you doing?

I want you to have a car dying.

You son of a bitch.

What?

Come on.

Stop.

Stop.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Oh.

Is that Mickey?

Hey, what's going on?

Mickey, what are you doing here?

Uh, chemo accident with the fell in.

He's out right now.

I want to keep dealing with motherfucker.

Watch what you're saying.

What happened?

You okay?

I'm talking through him.

Uh, I was taking it up to trash.

And I tripped it to the hole.

I would have been a goner if not for Mickey.

I almost became psycho dust.

Hey.

You all right?

Don't you stay in bed.

This one you've been a few months since you've been dead.

Oh, hey, I should have died.

You heard the room?

Huh.

Some guy out here is dealing undiluted oxygens.

What?

That's crazy.

That's pretty messed up.

Between us, chemo.

Mm-hmm.

A drop here and there before bed to take the edge off.

I get it.

But the pure uncut stuff is crossing the line.

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

That's bad.

Nasha, take Mickey home. I'll wrap up here.

Yes.

Thank you. See you tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

Today I feel like we sit.

We sit.

Yeah.

Flying, Nasha.

Oh, it's definitely the right place for now.

It's going to be great.

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Is he?

He's six.

He's six.

He's six.

He's six.

He's six.

He's ours, Nasha.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Mickey?

Hey, brother.

I was just heading to your room to catch you.

But here you are.

Looking good, Mickey.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

You stand there.

Arm around, please.

Great.

Good.

Big smile, Mickey.

Would you put your big smile?

Oh, hi.

Great.

I'm sorry.

Could you just stand there?

Great.

Thank you.

Okay.

And actually, congratulations.

This month's lucky winner, the fortunate soul will have the privilege of a private dinner,

have a camera, have a private dinner with the one and only Kenneth Marshall is.

Don't know, barrel.

It's Mickey.

Great.

Big smile.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Amazing.

Hey, cut.

Now, Marshall wants you to come ASAP, okay?

He's got a whole feast prepared just for you.

The Lord is truly blessing you today, Mickey.

I need to go back to my room.

You get to stuff your fucking face, Mickey.

I bet that freak is probably drooling all over my beautiful nashal already.

It's disgusting.

What's even more disgusting is that I'm drooling at the thought of the tenderloin steak I ordered

for Marshall's dinner.

This is so wrong.

So glad you seem to be enjoying it.

How's the sauce?

Oh.

Oh, sorry.

Please continue.

Yeah, yeah.

Mickey, listen, going back to everything that happened with, uh,

Jennifer?

Yes, Jennifer.

Jennifer, I know.

I know, I know.

When we lost our dear Jennifer Chilton, I may have gotten a little angry and said some terribly

unkind things.

I know it's late and I want to apologize.

Oh, he's always like this.

Such an adorable man and then somebody's all cutthroat.

Nothing.

I'm trying to be here.

Sorry.

You're still squishy, fresh out of the printer.

Continue feeding yourself.

Oh, anyway, we have another special guest here.

Hi, Kai.

Sorry I'm late.

You look very nice.

Thank you.

Come, come.

It's good to see you.

Sit.

You okay?

Emotion?

Yeah, if you find, sir.

Thank you.

I'm glad to hear it, Kai.

I'm so sorry about Jennifer.

I hear you were extremely close.

Your best friend.

But I knew you'd stay strong throughout the law.

Thank you, ma'am.

But we didn't invite you here simply to come for you.

We've had our eyes on you, Cass.

Oh, me, sir.

May I ask why?

You're one of us.

With your impeccable genetics, you are the perfect specimen for the colony I envision.

Thank you, sir.

That's why the church, I mean, the company, has chosen me to lead this expedition.

There is beyond saving my solid, smudgy people.

But you hear something special, and I am creating a world on a pure white planet full of superior people like you.

And us.

Isn't that right, Dan?

Yes.

Mm.

It's his vision.

My vision.

Sensibility.

Sensibility.

But let's be honest, with your medical records in hand, you ran to join our expedition instead of one of those pathetic planets where they plant microchips in their artificially-insiminated baby embryos.

You were the other perfect candidate for Niffleheim's natural child birthing program, aren't you?

Oh.

Mr. Marshall, you might just say uterus to you?

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's nothing like that, Kai.

No, this man is not one to objectify women.

All my husband means to save is he has very high standards.

He's only dream is of a planet exclusively for a pure human race.

That consumes real crops and real meat and dinners with delicate, delicious sauce.

All the sauce is the true litmus test of civilization.

People who devour a burnt meat are barbarians.

Do try the sauce, Kai.

Here.

I made it myself.

Oh.

Thank you.

But first, I'd like to say a few words in Jennifer's memory.

A prayer.

Paul is ready for a prayer.

Jennifer, when I first met you at a cafeteria four years ago.

You were.

Dear Lord, Jennifer Chilton's one and only soul was taken from her wonderful friend, Kai.

Dear Lord, Jennifer Chilton.

Oh, my dear Lord, I want and only all my let sing for our father's grace.

Thank God, all my free at last, we're going to the promised land.

Let's see your voice in your life.

Your King coming from our eyes.

Hallelujah, hallelujah.

You're so mad at the world.

Hallelujah.

Apology, sir.

This is embarrassing.

The culture that he just made includes an experimental growth hormone.

Obviously, it's still risky.

I'm so very sorry, sir.

You're sure it's not because he was eating so much, he was stuffing his friggin pile.

No, not quite, sir.

You see the red rash on his neck.

It's a side effect of the growth hormone.

I'm so ashamed.

I take full responsibility and resign my position immediately.

No, no, no, not at all.

I mean, artificial meat is crap.

How we supposed to approve it unless we fail upwards from affection?

No.

Arcadi, stand tall in your failures like me, my friend.

Yes, sir.

Thanks.

Commander, so you were testing out your in-flight TV dinner on him?

In-flight TV dinner?

Is that what the young troops are going on now?

Excuse me.

Are you in a lot of pain?

I'm being punished.

Why?

It's my punishment.

I should have gone to Marsha and not come here.

Dorothy, bring me Purple Joe.

Sir, you remember the special pain killer we've been developing?

Yes.

Yeah, Purple Joe.

It's a quick fix for injured agents, right?

Yes, since Mickey hears in such awful pain, it's a perfect opportunity to try a little tennis, so give it to a great aura.

Come on, Purple Joe.

Don't touch him, please.

Mickey, can you see me?

Mickey, get that guy on there.

Mickey, get that guy.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Why did you do that?

I told you, sir, the pain killer's not working.

Don't film this precedent, please.

Turn it off.

This is better, right, Mario Mane?

Yes, sir, Morkin, Morkin, Morkin, Morkin...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, what are you doing?

You can't turn it on, my fucking car, please.

Well, we'll just shoot him from the side.

What about the blood?

This is a Persian top rinse.

How do you calm down?

Shoot, man.

What the hell is going on?

This was supposed to be a fucking thinner.

It's your guest.

Agent Guy Katz, what the hell's going on with you?

He's a meat matrix.

It's a goddamn print job.

In expandable.

He signed up for this.

Yes, sir.

This is for our planet, Agent.

I'm sorry, sir.

Come on, Doc.

Please don't shoot.

Morkin, I don't think so.

He still seems like he's in a lot of pain.

Of course he is.

Are you really okay?

Just thank you for dinner.

My room's just there.

You need to clean up and rest, Mickey.

I don't want to run.

I can walk in.

I've seen some kids back in my room.

Not just about to.

Actually, we're going to mine.

Here.

It's dry.

I drink this whenever I have a stomach ache.

It's from hers.

It's precious.

So I've been saving it.

But I made some for you.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

But I made some for you.

Thanks.

Sit.

You know, Mickey, I didn't want to ask you this.

But just this once, okay?

And I'm so sorry.

What's it like?

Dying?

You asking kids of Jennifer?

Yeah.

We locked eyes in the last moment.

What did you feel?

That's all that ice skin crushing down there.

I can stop thinking about it.

I don't think it's...

I don't think it's...

I don't think it's...

I don't think it's...

I don't think it's...

I don't think it's...

I don't think it's what I usually feel.

I die so often.

Because you know we are going to wake up again, right?

Because you die knowing that.

Oh, no.

Well, I always feel scared.

It's terrible.

Dying.

I hate it.

No matter how many times I go through it.

It's scary.

I'm still...

Always every time.

But you're here.

And Jennifer isn't.

Out there.

The entire universe.

She's nowhere.

You don't look like you're printed out.

Purchase the person.

Are you in La Shatorte?

I have to go.

La Shat, please forgive me.

The guy who you're having sex with.

It's not me.

It's not me.

You motherfucker.

I'll do me, touch her.

I'll do it.

Seventeen.

I need to survive on your subway.

Wait, wait, wait.

Stand, stand, stand.

Wait, I'll take this off.

I can't.

Yeah, I want you to listen.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

La Shat, how can you laugh right now?

This is a multiple violation.

I'm as good as dead.

Oh, come on.

What else am I going to get this shot?

I don't think about it.

It would be so, it's like if they were two of me.

This is mild Mickey.

And this is Habanero Mickey.

This is so exciting.

This is so different.

And I see you're different too.

You all seem like yourself.

Oh, Jesus.

You just did Oxy's old fool with him?

Just a teeny tiny bit with a ton of water.

Do you want some?

Yeah, yeah, relax.

Just take it easy.

Not sure.

This piece of shit just tried to kill me early,

right here in this room.

Look, I was bleeding.

Like you weren't thinking of trying the same thing.

I saw you sneaking up behind me.

Hey, hey, shut up.

Shut up.

Sit down.

Attention.

From now on, I'm going to feed you both as often as I can,

so be good boys and don't fight.

Now, anything tells me you guys have sorted it out already.

E half, work off.

Alternate deaths, even to not.

It's crazy.

Negotiation now.

So everyone just chill.

Okay?

I'm just going to talk to you.

You live a slant for a second.

What was the problem?

I'm leaving.

I'm leaving.

I'm such a baby.

I just got any some axes all for her.

Relax.

Shut the door.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Okay, fine.

Wait a minute.

What about what?

I don't care about your private life.

Okay.

Fine.

But what's up?

What's Rush?

Where you going?

I just witnessed the multiples violation with my own eyes.

As an idiot, I would do did you record it.

Okay, fine.

Since when you've been coming to Mickey's room.

This is your first time, right?

What's up with you and Kai, bro?

Why was she here?

What are you supposed to do now?

I just got a little strength in Mars and report us, isn't she?

You need to relax.

Not just handling it.

She can convince anybody of anything.

Phew.

Oh my God.

Besides, this moron is busy with this clown show.

He will wander in the dust and lay them on this beautiful manly handsome honking.

This fucker,

selection of tension ore.

You remember with charisma.

And one of that asshole sir for dinner was a good ol' answer.

You didn't really want to know.

I went down to that dinner.

So, the one with seventeen on his chest,

that's the Mickey that was in my room just before.

And the one who were grabbing,

he's eighteen, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

You can have eighteen not take seventeen.

Well?

There's two of them.

Why not chair?

Alright.

You get the straight,

you are shitting your pants on the floor

and he comes up and stabs you in the neck with a syringe.

That's what happened.

Oh, it wasn't like shitting my pants.

I was just puking it up a little.

Guys, that's a point.

I've seen you rubbing up on Mickey every chance you get your fuck face.

You know, I've always wanted to kick the living shit out of you.

Nash, I come on, I'm trying to be considerate.

Mickey, seventeen,

was about to double dip,

if you know what I mean?

Move on from you to me.

In fact, we're almost...

Tough, not dead.

Shut up!

Mickey is not some cookie who's split in half.

You can split in half.

Seventeen and eighteen are both Mickey.

Both my Mickey.

So then after Marshall fucks you sideways.

You really let him have it, right?

Right!

What did you say?

I said it.

I said that thank you for dinner.

You said what?

Thank you for dinner.

Thank you for fucking what?

I'm putting a little...

Don't go in there, man.

My forehead blows your brain down.

God, sorry little bitch.

Fucking loser.

I like...

I guess I am convolution.

What?

Is that what you are?

Is it?

Is it?

Look at the promise, man!

It's not your fault.

Let's kill that fucker.

This guy with the killing.

Kill this, kill that.

Why don't we kill everybody?

You can stay here and watch TV if you want.

Look where the...

You can't negotiate shit with that attitude.

Hey, Jesus.

You're hot on oxygen phone.

Mickey!

Hey, you're gonna come here to stop him.

What?

Where's he going?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Commander Marshall cutting into that big beautiful handsome rock.

Ooh!

Ooh!

You know, it's sleigh hot.

Exquisitive, this is crazy.

This is where our names will be asked.

Mine and yours.

And you!

And you!

And you!

And you!

And you!

And you, my beautiful girlfriend.

Almost every single one of you will be remembered throughout history

as the proud founders of nipple hives, first generation.

Our cornerstone black gun.

Beautiful shimmery purely.

This rock will become symbolic monuments of nipple hives.

The one and only cheer colony planet...

The one and only nipple hives!

The one and only nipple hives!

The one and only nipple hives!

The one and only nipple hives!

Then we 56000 dedits!

They died!

Still have it!

I'm ready to get it!

Stay home, I'm ready!

Stay home!

And it's your stay for us.

And you're in your ass man's food!

I'm fighting!

Yeah!

I'm fighting!

Captain!

Captain!

Captain!

Stay here!

Stay here!

Captain!

Don't get it!

Don't get it!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

It's no longer a means to have access!

Captain!

Don't get it!

Don't!

Captain!

Don't do it!

Don't!

Where's the other big egg?

I don't know!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

I'm dying!

Don't!

Don't!

Yes!

Calm down.

Calm down!

You will never be under control.

You are partial!

R P A R O O

Those low light multiples

have ruined

our precious symbol of blue house.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Aressa, fucking muttons.

Tell the committee you were aiming at the creamer behind Moira.

Otherwise you could get permanently deleted.

Fuck that shit.

You really think Captain Crayon-Piers gonna let us live?

He's probably gonna shoot with himself.

He's a nutjob. He doesn't listen to anybody.

It's the biggest dumbest nutjob I've ever made.

And it's saying something.

You screwed my entire life up.

Oh really? We all got fucked a minute.

You decided not to die and came crawling home to murder me.

I wasn't my father. I was a creepers fault.

Creeper?

Well, after the creeper is eating me like I was supposed to,

then we won't be in a situation.

But they all kicked me out.

And now they got there multiple.

They kicked you out?

Yeah. You're all pushing me and pulling me and...

And they all threw me back into the snow.

Maybe I don't look tasty enough. You smell off.

I don't know.

Maybe I have some kind of sauce.

Pull it on.

You're telling me they saved you?

Think about it.

You shouldn't have died in that crevasse.

We saved you.

I guess if you put it like that, er...

Erusora sent me off.

I may be able to thank you.

Yeah. I don't think they were going to eat you.

Right?

Oh my God.

We have to report this society. They saved humans.

Yeah. People need to know this.

They saved me.

Hey. What's a fucking ladder?

You're supposed to bring a fucking ladder.

I don't know.

Here.

Here.

On the other hand.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

I'll do myself.

I'll call you down to myself. Get the fuck off.

Come on.

Hey, T-Mall.

What are you doing here?

Oh, wow.

You too know you're our multiples, huh?

But it's you.

Yeah, I see it in that shmuck face.

You're the one that gave me this.

Right?

Oopsie.

He got guys.

He has a must be starving.

He's mad at me to become a forest.

What are you up to?

What's all that?

So, um, here's the thing.

I need to shoot a video, Senator Earth ASAP.

For you.

Tarf?

Yeah.

Um, it's for, uh...

Darius Blank.

Darius Blank, who's that?

Found this at my door today.

It's written by hand.

It's a beautiful anime.

It's from Darius Blank's associate.

It's associate.

My kid is associate.

You know what I mean?

Like, of course.

Of course the loan shark of all fucking loan sharks

would figure out a way to send one of his guys

to follow us all the way here to Niffleheim

to where we are right now.

That's like a million fucking miles from Wallach.

You know what I'm talking about?

Do you know how far that is?

No matter what patterns you manage to scrape together,

we found that sending it to Earth will cost you an intergalactic transfer fee.

More than...

has the total thought.

Fucking associate.

I have no idea who that is.

I don't know who that is.

Isn't that fucking crazy?

Send a visual work of art.

Fucking crazy.

A video file that captures the details of that.

Read the back.

It's chopped up into a minimum of 13 pieces.

Chop that.

What the fuck is this?

Hey, what did I say about the close-up?

Close-up is more important, okay?

So take the 32K camera and put it over here for Mr. Darius Blank.

You understand?

I'm sorry, Nikki.

It's all there, right?

If I shoot this video and I send it to him, I'll let you live.

If I don't, you're gonna send their guy in.

He's gonna kill me first.

What am I supposed to do?

Come on, too. If I die, that's it for me.

But your next video is about the same thing.

Come on, too. If I die, that's it for me.

But your next friend will just print you way back out.

Please, Nikki, I'm your friend.

Okay, please do this for your friend one time.

You gotta do this for me, man. I'm your brother.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, shit.

I'm gonna kill this guy when I have the chance.

You guys just do this for me this one time.

That's all I'm asking. I'm so sorry.

Stop crying, you prick!

Get on my fucking lips.

Why don't you guys do rock-paper-scissors, okay?

And then we'll just shoot the lispia?

No.

All right.

Shoot him.

Him?

Yeah, I am.

I wasn't expecting that. I thought you'd choose him.

Yeah, you'd think so, but the soft one's easier. Come on.

You're a dumb fucking bitch, team-o.

If you do this on one's face, let's you live.

You think that'll be the end of it?

You know, I think I'll tell you to fucking piece this myself.

Oh my God, why does it make deal?

Why don't you take me instead?

Damn.

What?

This chopped me up, not him.

Look at him.

He shot him one time with the tashers like he just boofed a fucking electric heel, man.

But you can chop my whole body up into ten Mickey Chunks,

and I'll still be fresh as the- fresh as the shimmy.

Head held high.

There is a love that.

I just need a little help.

My help?

Kind of any more of that.

Maxie's a bull.

Yeah, I got some oxy.

But undeluted.

You want undeluted oxy right now?

Yeah.

Just think of it as the, uh, think of it as the final cigarette before execution.

So at least you can do it for a friend.

Give him yours.

What?

Come on.

No.

I'll give you a freebie next time.

You know me.

This was expensive.

Roger.

It's all.

Do it.

Nice job.

What are you doing?

What's going on here?

Nasha, stay put.

That dick kind of shocked me a bit.

I mean, she literally was going to cut his head off with a chainsaw.

Uh, but then I thought about it and I was so touched.

She's the only person who'd ever lose it like that over me.

And it wasn't the first time either.

Uh, whoa?

Can we help you?

Oh, shh.

Let's go.

Take off.

I need to go in there.

I need to go in there.

I need to go in there.

I need to go in there.

I need to go in there.

I need to go.

I need to take off.

I am going in there.

Let's give him a never-guys.

I'm going in there.

Let's give him a never-guys.

Let's do the job.

I'm going in there.

He's going in there!

He's in there!

He's in there!

He's in there!

He's in there!

He's in there!

It's hard to be put on by him.

Okay.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh.

Nasha, she's the only one who's always been there for me.

She's always loved me.

Every me.

Even him.

The me I don't understand at all.

What is this?

Oh, you don't know about this.

They've been circling the whole night and still more coming in.

What are they doing?

We don't know.

They can break through solid ice and stone.

Imagine if they all come from this ship terrifying.

But you couldn't even tear through the sack at the cafeteria.

You hear that?

It's coming from the one we captured yesterday.

Keep going, keep going.

Wait, wait, wait, you mean the baby?

Well, yeah, it's been screaming and crying like one.

And that's when they all started gathering.

Hey, I can't stop.

That was the one that I keep over with.

Never mind.

How you doing, Captain?

Excuse me.

Come on.

Sorry, passing through.

Hey, why did they set up the situation room there?

Beats me, I was just told to bring the prisoner.

Apparently, Otha made a big scene.

She wants the creeper now.

Dorothy, I have crucial information about the creeper.

Meghit's a violent official court with the head of science.

Oh, wait.

Yes, I knew it.

Yesterday, at the cafeteria when you held on to the baby, I saw it.

You saw that?

I don't know how it means.

Oh, see, you're just imitating.

Well, originally...

Oh, it's really hectic right now.

Let's talk later.

We're recording this sound to see if we can analyze any kind of pattern.

The committee is declaring a level three emergency.

Soul Commander Control has been great.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Level three emergency.

Soul Commander Control has been granted to Commander Marshall by a vote of 36 to 24.

Thank you.

What an event.

This is a truly novel ingredient.

This opens up a whole new world of potential sauces.

It's such a great...

How should I put it?

Opportunity, ma'am.

Yes, quite the opportunity, just super.

Yes, it is a super opportunity.

Oh, wow.

It's such a godsend, too.

It is free from harmful pathogens, correct?

Yes, ma'am.

Sure.

Which decade is it, Mickey 18?

James Head still.

Now I can tell you two apart, filthy multiples.

Oh, yeah.

That does seem fair.

Oh, goodness.

Great meat.

That's nothing, honey.

Wait till these two are scorched sausages in the cycle.

How are you going to handle that stitch?

Mickey.

I'm so sorry.

You too.

This brick stores your memories, right?

Now you're watching that permanently delete your being from it.

That way you'll understand the meaning and terror of finality.

No more reprints!

That's what you boss should be thinking when you die.

Dead forever!

Now that the memory is gone, which body goes first,

one of the times twice the fun?

Creepy.

Commander Marshall, sir.

I say few words.

Regardless of who burns first, the simple fact is,

we currently have two Mickey's here before us.

Just to know if all in their part, I might add,

one of them is being falsely accused of firing his gun at you.

But the truth is, he was concerned for your safety.

He was the first to notice the second creeper coming out of the stone behind you

and as you were well aware.

The day in expendable is printed.

Enough!

You defending these idiots should be mopping up your own shit.

The legal possession of Oxyzofo, in sale of a multiple violations.

Disappointing.

An attempted murder with a fucking chainsaw?

I mean, it's quite the call for rapture, don't you think, Miss Barrett?

Mmm, the clouds of war are billowing.

Look at those vermin swarmed.

Mankind was united with critical drugs.

Why are we wasting that time with these drugs of society?

Spoken like a true wartime command, sir.

Fair impressive.

And a fine entry to add to your collection of battle quotes, if I may.

You like that?

I do. More of that.

Please.

You keep mentioning that we're in a state of war.

Maybe Saboda's to offer two observations, sir.

I'd be my guest.

Personally, fighting a war requires a huge amount of energy and calories.

Seeing as we're in the early stages of settlement,

an awesome bible is in the balance.

I don't know whether this expenditure is prudent.

Secondly, our apparent enemies are the creepers,

but do we know whether they actually want to engage in war?

For hours they've been swirning in circles doing nothing but wailing?

My god, Agent Burch.

You used to be a five-time Marshall Cup champion, agent of the month.

And now you're sweating?

Over these alien insects?

How far are you falling?

What are you going to do when they tear a hole in their ship and tear off your ass?

These grotesque shit gibbins.

Go test or not, they are the native inhabitants of this planet.

And we have proof that they saved one of us.

They didn't eat him or attack him.

Save the night, Agent who?

Uh...

Me?

They saved me.

Of course they didn't eat you.

You're crap food.

You're recycled spam, baby.

You get chewed up and shit out over and over and over again.

I guess they aren't just stupid bugs, honey.

I mean, they knew to pass on crap, young.

They must have some kind of ability.

Exactly.

Actually, they exhibit signs of high intelligence.

They may be able to engage in meaningful conversation.

And we're analyzing this.

Sir, you must try communicating with them yourself.

We're developing a sort of translator.

Like that.

You mean, you think I'm an idiot?

Uh...

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

It's one and a half years across the fucking galaxy.

Just the enemy's goddamn alien squawk.

Tell me I'm a fuck to make any sense somebody.

How does this make any sense?

How does your bullshit make any sense?

You know your fucking fuck face is what really doesn't make any fucking sense.

You fucking idiot!

You call them aliens?

Where are the aliens?

Don't mind.

They would have been here before us.

And Mickey.

Mickey was always just Mickey Barnes.

Do you even understand what that means?

They were just living their lives before you came in with your bullshit.

And you think you get to decide who lives and who dies who you are a dumb fuck.

No wonder you blew the elections you fucking moron.

No.

No no no, let's go.

One of them is taking it.

You are doing wrong we are!

Gosh.

What?

Falling into me too much.

Finally she shut the fuck up.

This is clearly abused by kiss after the other.

Rolling.

Rolling.

In the 32K.

I'm sure you can everything.

No, be a press of T.

We need more of our guys.

Sir, now might be the prime time to initiate total extermination.

The ones out there alone would be more than enough.

What are you talking about?

We're going to gas some.

We're going to gas some off.

What's that look for?

Still not caught, then?

Your failure?

No, sir.

Our CAUTI 3.0 has gone through several meticulous stages of testing.

Our CAUTI 3.0 is the ultimate nerve gas.

I have every confidence in it, sir.

As you should, our CAUTI, this has to succeed.

I'll put it in my prayers.

This is the day we've been waiting for, sir.

QG historians will mark today as errant of finding for cleansing dangerous species on colony planets.

Why don't you board the foot of yourself later?

You mean when we spray the gas?

Yeah.

I pull the trigger?

Exactly, sir.

If you write the leaf flitter and appear to commandeer the operation, the footage I get, it will be historic.

And the members, the church members back on earth, they will adore.

Yes, yes, the company.

All right, it's time we initiate Operation Total extermination.

Honey, can I have a word with you?

There's no word for this.

I've got an idea.

I hope you both can appreciate it.

I have a great honor.

My wife is bestowing her in her shit stains.

And so I can press both buttons simultaneously.

Yes, sir, press them and they'll go off at the same time.

They'll also explode automatically if they exit the range of the remote control.

You hear that?

I have you by the balls.

Don't even think of running off.

You've leech be given a primitive weapon as you head out.

You cut off as many creeper tails as you can, and the first mechanic you bring back 100 tails is the winner.

And the winner doesn't die.

But the loser goes...

Boom, boom, boom.

Boom, boom.

A will keeps going from here.

Your job is to make them scream so lovely that every last creeper comes running into save them.

We'll kill two birds with one stone, right, honey?

Oh, absolutely.

100 tails is enough to make enough sauce to last a couple years.

Better be on your toes.

One false move in your man burger.

I get it.

It's all punishment.

What was that?

My entire life's a goddamn punishment.

I'm pressing that button when I was five.

Oh, this again.

Accident was caused by a car defect.

You know that.

I don't know.

Well, I wasn't pressing that stupid button.

The wads and moms drive me there.

Only times I gotta tell you.

Sorry, Mickey.

Mickey's.

You need to move like now.

Can you at least put the ramp down?

We can't do that right now.

I'm sorry.

You're gonna have to jump.

What?

Take this.

It's not finished, but it might help you communicate with the creeper.

Let's go.

Just like it.

Just like a translator thing.

Yes.

Good luck.

I doubt Marshall will kill both of you.

Come on.

Oh, well.

Go.

Hi.

Anyway, this device, I got a job to do.

All right.

They saved me.

Now I saved them.

What are those fuckers doing?

Even I can count dozens of fresh tales they're leaving behind.

Are they out of their minds?

Oh, honey.

Should I just arrest them?

Whoa.

Let's sit back and watch.

They'll start chopping tales as soon as they realize one of the best outlived the other.

Hey!

It's me!

Wait!

You gotta run away.

You gotta get them all out of here.

You gotta go back to your cage.

Go back to your cage.

Go back to your cage.

All right.

All right.

You're all gonna die.

What?

Oh, hello.

Yes, I just, I wanted about last time.

I wanted to save.

Thank you.

Do you remember when we were right?

Me, Kim.

I didn't know my name.

Secret.

Wait, are they having a conversation?

Yes.

We already explained it just now.

How is it possible?

Oh, well, it's still a prototype, but it's like a translator device.

Dorothy? Oh, no. Where's Dorothy?

I can't hear a thing with all the static. I mean, even the video. Shit!

Apologies, sir. The snowstorm is exacerbating the absorption.

What about this?

Will this detonator work?

Yes, sir. That is a special shortwave signal, so it'll be fine.

And who's that big one there?

Is that the queen bee at the bunch?

Hmm, it looks like a croissant dipped in shit.

Uh, official reports are still being finalized, but we think everything revolves around that one, the mama creeper.

So that one's the boss, like you.

Say what?

You gotta get out of here.

They're gonna kill you all of this death gas.

That gas, our Cottie 3.0.

I got blasted with that, it's seriously insanely painful.

You know what gas is? Gas?

I...

I gas?

No, no, no.

Mind your own business, stupid.

My my own business? What about you?

Why'd you save him at the cave?

Should kill him?

No, no.

We're very grateful, that's all.

Then why?

Why kill Luca?

Uh, Luca?

Baby, Luca?

Oh.

You grew.

Scattered.

Blood.

Yeah, oh, that's uh, that's Luca.

We save you.

You kill Luca.

So what's the name of the other baby?

The one in the ship?

Zoko.

Kill Zoko too.

What if Zoko dies?

What will he do?

Death.

All.

You mean all humans.

Extinction.

Easy.

Hey guys.

Get out of here.

Are you dead too?

Why don't you stop him out of here?

No, no Pilot.

The ear...

But I will explode.

Brain explode.

All of you.

I'm going to die!

I'm going to die!

I'm going to die!

I'm going to die!

What's wrong with him?

What's wrong with him?

And they're saying something.

What does that idiot say?

It's not sign language.

I'm going to die!

C...

3?

C3.

Let's see 3.

Where's the baby?

Where's the baby?

We don't bring that!

Y'all, I...

I mean, this doesn't sit well with me.

Why are those two losers chatting with the boss of the bugs?

They think they're negotiating on behalf of mankind, humankind?

You should be standing out there, sir,

or shoring in this historic moment.

You're seeing two bosses meeting face to face

in climactic snowstorm, the moment of destiny.

All you have to do is go out there.

I know I can create an iconic scene,

a decisive moment in the history of the Niffleheim Settlement.

Oh, I can picture it now.

Adorning the ceiling and the walls of the grand-chat.

Yes, ma'am. Yes.

One final touch, sir.

I think it would be great if you give them a message before spraying the gas.

A message?

Without such poignancy, today will be a third-rate carnival

where we spray cheap pesticide over cockroaches.

Yes, they are disgusting, filthy, evil insects,

but it will be their last moment,

and you could offer them a few more simple words as a proper farewell.

Like a lie has been neverland-priest.

Give me a camera crew, tell the first squad to meet me fully armed.

Yes, sir.

My love, situation remains yours.

Till we meet again?

See, three!

Not even know what to do.

Oh, thank you.

I want to get so close back, see?

I need it!

Not enough.

But what else?

We lose, Luca.

One.

Defer.

Defer.

Have we have to contribute to death?

Yes.

Fair.

One of yours.

One of yours.

Die.

So if we bring back Delco State and human guys?

Peace.

You hear me?

Can't we true?

You can't be?

I'll get away with your signals a little past right now,

so the most people here, we have to record that call.

He needs to do the economy.

I'll go on to the same year, go on to the next one.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Don't you dare, don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

I'll just take the plane away.

I'm down.

I'm not here to film you.

Really great.

Okay, right after your speech, sir,

we'll close the canopy at once,

and that'll be the signal for the air squad spray that gas.

Glorious annihilation, sir.

You, yes you come here.

What's your name, Matthew?

Oh, Matthew, you have the face of an angel here.

Try my songs.

Here you go.

Tell me what you think.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

She's primed for spinal fracture!

I'm gonna rip this vip-it!

No, no, no, no, no.

Take it easy, take it easy.

One snap and it's instant death.

Not your marriage.

What do you want?

The baby.

We have to take it to the mama.

That's all?

Yes.

Guarantee us a safe exit.

I guess you want to see me break a neck.

No, Nasha, please don't.

Look, we secure Nasha's exit as negotiated.

Nasha, can you release her carefully?

Let me get the baby.

Be careful.

Nasha, are you okay?

I need to hurry.

Can I get a flint?

I doubt it.

You'll have to run.

I'm ready.

Nasha, are you okay?

I need to hurry.

Can I get a flint?

I doubt it.

You'll have to run.

I'm ready.

I'm ready.

I'm ready for that fucking bitch.

Yeah, today you and the Commander have displayed an impressive range of verbal and physical abuse and acts of cruelty that far exceeds your granted authority.

You want to be executed for me or me?

All video evidence of abuse will be presented to the committee for review.

All video evidence of abuse will be presented to the committee for review. I suggest you have answers prepare for your hearing.

Thanks, Ike.

Maintain control on sight.

When we're at a high speed of the monocreaper, sir, we'll start slowly circling the creature.

That'll be the cue to begin your final speech.

The other camera will track alongside you from the outside, making the scene absolutely spectacular, sir.

I'll keep my speech short and tight.

A marvelous address with Tony Daddon, and then I'll blow off the makings who would keep an eye.

You can do this, Nashmi. We'll get things under control inside.

Okay.

See you. Good luck!

Oh.

Not just gonna play this all out. It's all over, back and forth.

Who is that?

Who's coming?

What the fuck am I supposed to be looking at when I make my speech?

I was gonna send them all for something, eh?

Now I'm embarrassed, get fucked off!

Is that the circle ready?

Yes, sir. Load it down.

We're gonna blast handball the makings of your flaming.

We need some fucking speech.

I'll go home.

That's the moment, sir. Can you see it?

How's it been, sir?

There's some time!

It's done, huh?

Done!

Sorry, sir!

Look out!

That's it!

That's it!

Come on, baby!

Come and say goodbye!

What are you doing?

I'm gonna blast it in here!

Time to the wall to get to the bottom of the space!

Camera!

Make sure you get the bloody guts!

Wait!

That one there!

Two thousand bigger!

Fire!

Fire!

Yes, sir!

No, sir, the bomb!

Handgun!

No! No, sir!

No worry! Oh my god!

Nasa!

I knew you would make it!

Because it may be okay!

What's happening on it?

Nasa!

We have to go!

Nasa, come back!

Nasha!

Zoko's okay, right?

Hey!

Please, baby!

Camera!

I...

You're also a friend.

We're both afraid.

You're I'm afraid.

I mean, you're human.

You're important.

Come to me, my boy.

You're important.

Come to me, my boy.

Oh, God, I love Jesus!

I love Jesus!

Okay, guys!

Guys!

Guys!

Don't be shy.

Have you ever been to God?

No, sir.

Don't be shy.

Don't be shy.

Don't be shy.

Don't be shy.

Don't be shy.

Don't be shy.

Don't be shy.

Don't be shy.

Sit down. Take your seats.

The groundbreaking ceremony will come later,

but we'll start with the expendable stuff.

Mecky, Mecky, come up to the front, mate.

Could someone please sit on the front row?

You fucking introvert!

Hello, everyone.

I'm a Nasha Barrage Member of the Committee.

After weeks of debate, we have finally come to this momentous day.

The day we abolish expendable's program.

I would like to thank my fellow committee members for their support.

I've been really feeling them love,

and especially for fighting right to the end.

I'm persuaded in the committee to permanently abolish human printing.

I would like to thank our very own, Mecky Bonds.

And to be fair, I'm just so fucking happy I get to grow up with Mecky.

I was really stuck in getting off by myself.

Okay.

Despite the hours of heat reduction that took place,

you hit the button.

You hit the button.

Wait.

Nasha will give the signal.

You hit the button.

Wait.

Then I'll over that.

Do I get up and press it or anything?

No.

I honestly couldn't give the fuck.

Henceforth on Nipplheim as on Earth,

human printing is now permanently abolished.

Here today, the human printer will be burned to ashes,

and erased from memory.

Nasha's such a natural.

I think she could even run for committee chair next selection.

Close my mind still to think that this amazing woman,

just six months ago, was riding with the rest of us in that shitty prison.

The day Marshall got blown the dust,

Elfo went into shock and was taken to the psych ward.

Rumors went around that she slid a wrist there.

And everyone else involved was shoved into jail,

and somehow Lucky Timo squeezes out on parole.

But as soon as he got out, he spent every day dreading the moment

he come face to face with the man who delivered the letter.

The associate, Adarius Blank,

who one day finally jumped him.

When he was a fight to the death,

in the end, the associate became a...

a psychosuke.

Except for one ear.

Even at the trial, Timo chooses to represent himself.

As he had his grip on me, he brought his knife around to my midsection right here.

And he got released on self-defense,

classic Timo.

But our trials on the other hand were never ending.

Became a whole political fight between all the pro-martials and anti-martials.

But by then, Nasha had made up her mind.

She'd overhauled committee and changed herself.

So after she got out, she really did run in the election.

And she won in an landslide.

On her first day in the assembly, Nasha was so cool about the whole thing.

I was very, very nervous.

I don't think she really noticed, though.

Nikki, I got the upgraded translator. Just came out.

Okay, let's be fair. Can I ask you a question?

Go.

What you said before about extinction and all that when you're all like...

and like screeching and everything?

That really makes our brains explode from like the pitch.

Explode.

But you said that our eyeballs would explode.

Why not our ear trumps?

Because it's like sound.

All I explode.

Really?

Can you try it right here, right now?

Who said bluffing was only for humans?

Gotta love that poker face.

Yeah, and a nice burp, too.

Eric, how do you make it filled with there?

Easy.

Where are you?!

No.

I find all children here.

Oh, hello.

What are you doing here?

In the middle of the night.

Well, I just thought you were in the hospital.

Hey, watch it.

Look out.

Don't step on it.

It's a priceless delicacy, Dad.

No one.

Take a dab.

Have a taste.

Oh, what?

Now you're too good for sauce off the floor?

I think anyone else would allow scum like you to taste something so refined.

What is...

What is it, maida?

Rude.

Not how it works.

A taste of faith comes first.

Then I tell you what's in it.

Mickey, you don't think I'm letting you taste this out of some high regard for your palate, do you?

It's the opposite.

A true masterpiece would be a sauce that could appeal to even an ignorant cretin like you.

Whatever.

Fuck it.

Taste it, waste it.

I don't care.

You're worthless now.

Much better to bring back my usual taster.

The Supreme One with an actually refined palette.

Oh, wait.

That's...

Even his kidneys are more handsome than you.

Not just...

It can't be.

Of course it can.

We've admitted it's what you want.

It's what everyone wants.

Hey, Alpha.

I just remembered.

You died the day after Marshall.

Go ahead.

Touch me.

See if I'm gone.

We're human.

Ever since I was a kid, I've had scary dreams.

This time I wasn't scared.

I just thought to myself, what would 18 do?

Fuck off.

What are you doing? Press the button.

Thank you.

Press it.

Do it.

I am glad that printer's gone, but a part of me can't help feeling guilty that I didn't let all the other mikies have a chance at life.

But I have to stop feeling guilty.

It's okay for me to be happy.

I'm glad that you're here.

I'm glad that you're here.

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