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- Dang it.

Dang it.

Man, some days
rewriting history

to eradicate
any notion of rebelling

and free will is hard.

- Yeah.

You ever wonder if what
we're doing is, like, wrong?

- How could it be wrong?

The Fates
give everyone food

and shelter
and television.

You don't want a world
that looks like

these history books,
do you?

- Right--right.
Fates be praised.

Just doesn't feel quite right.

- Geoffrey Burch.

I am Atropos,
the thread cutter.

- Ooh.
Atropos is calling you.

- Uh-huh.

Great.

- Your time
has come to an end.

Your thread is hereby cut.

It is Fated.

- Oh, I see.

Well,
Fates be praised--

- Sorry, Geoffrey.

- The work period has ended.

Return to your domiciles

for mandatory
recreation period.

- The Fates
are always watching.

Relinquish free will.

The world is perfect.

- The world is wrong!

Can't you people see?

None of this is
how it should be.

- He's gonna get
his dang thread cut.

- Do I know you?

You look familiar.
Do you recognize me?

My name is Gary, but most
people call me Crazy Guy.

- Stay away from me,
you weirdo.

- Yeah, they call me that, too.

The world is wrong!

- This is your new home,
little guy.

Another night,
another bowl of Mush.

Let's see what's streaming
on Fate-plus.

- I'm back!

- Hey, Behrad.

Did you remember the Grey Mush
like I asked?

- I got the Green Mush,
the Purple Mush,

the Sticky Mush,
the Slimy Mush...

and I forgot the Grey Mush.

- You forgot the Grey Mush?
- I forgot the Grey Mush!

- Oh, Behrad.
You're so dumb.

- ♪ They're the
"Ultimate Buds" ♪

♪ And they're Fated
to have some fun ♪

- Mama needs
her "Ultimate Buds."

- The oven's taking
forever to pre-heat,

and the Mush is still cold.

My boss is gonna be here
in 30 minutes.

- Or maybe she'll be early.

Nate!
- Nate.

I don't know

this Nate you
speak of.

Me name is Robin of Locksley

of Starling City.

- Why?

I got an audition

to play Robin Hood in "Arrow,"

a show about a vigilante.

- Mm, sounds dumb.

- If it was dumb,

why would I stop crime
with this?

The Grey Mush!

- I guess I got the Grey Mush.

- At least the family heirloom
didn't get dirty.

I should go clean off.

- No, no, no, no, no.
Don't leave me here with--

Nate.

- Are you still upset about
the time we almost kissed?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I missed the kiss.

- No, I'm mad because
you ruined the place,

and my boss is gonna
be here any minute.

- What's that thing doing?

- I don't know.
It's never done that before.

I say don't touch it.
- Right.

But on the other hand, why not?

- Ah!

- This show's off the rails.

There's no ghosts
in "Ultimate Buds."

- Nate?

- Sorry?

- But how--you found me.

Oh, God.
- Oh, whoa.

- Oh.

- What was that?
- What?

- Nate?
- Yeah?

Nate Heywood:
actor and your neighbor.

- Do you remember us?

- I mean, I always
wanted there to be an...

Us.

Could I be more
of a kiss-misser?

- Wow.

Lot going on here.

All right, we need to take
these off immediately.

All right, I knew the timeline
would be different

and you might not
remember me, but

this is just bizarre.

All right,
where's the Waverider?

Where's Sara and Mick
and John and the others?

Ava Sharpe?

Mona Wu?

- Did they just say "Mona Wu"?

- Sure.
Sure.

All good questions.
Right.

Hey, Behrad, your sister
might have hit her head again.

- Behrad?

Is that really you?

I thought I'd
never see you again.

- Did you eat, like,
an entire Behrad Brownie?

- What?

- Your boss!

Why don't you just stay
in this closet

for a sec while
we entertain your boss...

- And your liver processes
the brownie.

- Welcome.
I'm Behrad, Zari's brother.

You must be the....

Hot boss.

- My!

What a charming brother
the Fates have granted Zari.

Where is she?

- Not in the closet,
that's for sure.

- Okay, boss coming
over for dinner.

I think I know
what's going here.

We're stuck in a TV sitcom.

- Zari.

Do you have amnesia again?

- You guys don't hear that?
The laughing?

- I--she's hearing voices.

- Sis, what do you
think is happening?

- I think you guys
fought The Fates.

all: Fates be praised!

- And you lost.

And for some reason,

you've been loomed here.

What's behind this door?
- Hm.

I don't know.
We never opened it.

- Never even occurred to us.
- Mm-mm.

- Well, we're about
to find out.

Huh.

- Has that been there
the whole time?

Coming, dummies?

- Buds stick together.
- Like glue.

- Where are we?

- Ah.

We've been expecting you.

Welcome to Highcastle Abbey.

- Lady Zari and Lord Behrad,

the second footman
will see to your carriage.

- What happened
to the first footman?

I've taken the liberty
of ordering you

some Persian treats
to make you feel at home.

Shall I ask the kitchen
to prepare a tea?

- Uh--sure.

Unbelievable.

John Constantine,
self-proclaimed

nasty piece of work

is a butler.

- Hmm.

- Please tell me you guys
recognize him.

- No, no.

Sorry, Sis.

Do you think this
is another TV show?

- Right.

We went from a hilarious
yet heartfelt sitcom,

but now we're stuck on some
stuffy BBC period piece.

With no obvious way to escape.

Well, it seems like the TV show

is adapting to our presence.

So I think we just
have to play along

until I can get John
to snap out of it.

Okay, it looks like
we're some kind of--

Aristocrats.
- Nice.

- Hmm.
That must make you our servant.

- Mm.

Wouldn't you prefer
wearing something

a tad more cheerful,
dearest?

- I would if the prospect
of your matchmaking

was worthy of cheer.

- Lord Behrad is your father's

closest male heir.

Marriage to him keeps
Highcastle Abbey

in our family.

- Well, how is he,
Mr. Constantine?

- Lord Behrad
is as advertised,

a foreigner.

- Oh, not you too.

Lord and Lady Tarazi,
may I present

Lady Natalie
and her daughter,

Lady Astra.

I do beg your pardon,
Lord Tarazi,

but is it customary
where you come from

for the valet to sit?

- Ooh.

Oi!

A thousand apologies, bro.

- Mr. Constantine,

Why don't you
show the Tarazis' valet

to the servants' hall?

- Happily, my Lady.

Please, have a seat.

You must be exhausted
from your travels.

I'm so glad we could
find the time

to get to know
one another.

- Yes.

- Before we marry and you
inherit our family's estate--

I'm sorry.
Did you say, "marry"?

- I have to
go to the bath--

to the lavatory.

Don't leave me.

- Do you enjoy hunting,
Lord Behrad?

- Ooh, I like to play
among the animals,

not slaughter them.

- Well...

That is
an unconventional opinion.

- In this household,

servants should be seen
and not heard

in the company
of their superiors.

- Which means we should
all be silent round you.

Isn't that right,
Mr. Constantine?

- Mrs. Hutchens,
trying to hold your tongue

will be as easy
as swimming through custard

in Wellington boots.

- Oh, there you are, John.

- Well, I do beg your pardon,
Lady Zari,

but this is most irregular.

- Right, I--I need
to talk to you...

alone.

They got the Blue Mush.

Fancy kind.

- Yum.

How may I assist you,
my Lady?

- All right,
listen to me.

You are not some
buttoned-up butler.

You are--are a cynical,

chain-smoking,
master of the occult.

You have an apprentice
named Gary,

and you are capable
of great ma--

- Destine!

- Magic.

- Did she just say "Gary" now?

Maybe that crazy guy
isn't so crazy after all.

- Can I confide in you,
Lord Behrad?

- Confide away.

- Sometimes I wish
I'd been born a man,

at least then I'd have
a chance at adventure.

- Your parents
can't hold you here.

You're a diva.

- What is a diva?

- A diva is a female version
of a hustler.

Okay, let me get this straight.

You don't remember me
or the Legends,

but you can still cast spells?

- To my great shame.

I'm at war with myself.

Part of me is, uh...

seduced by dark magic.

- That's the real you.

- Are you going to inform
Lady Natalie?

- Yeah,
maybe we should.

- Please, please don't.
I beg you.

You see, I'll be sacked.

- You know what?

If you cast one of your spells

and help us escape this world,

we will keep quiet.

- Maybe.
- We will.

- Gary, I think people
are trapped on the TV,

and they know us.

- You sound crazy.

- You were onto something.

The world's all wrong, and the
cracks are starting to show.

Just watch.

- In order for this spell
to work properly,

I must first know where it is

that you intend to go.

- Can you send us to someone?

We need to find our captain.

- What is
your captain's name?

- Uh, Sara.
Captain Sara Lance.

The Jack of Ones.

Daring exploits and
dangerous challenges lay ahead.

- Great.
- I do hope this works.

I shall be glad
to be rid of you.

- Actually, John,

we really need you
to come with us.

- Amusing joke, my lady,

but I will never
desert my post.

- Welp, I tried to stop her.

- Mr. Constantine, I have made
the most wonderful decision.

I am moving to London.

- London?

What about Highcastle

and your mother?

- I am a diva.

- My bad.

- Everyone that wants
to leave, link up.

- Come here.
- Where are we going?

- Lady Astra, I beg you.
Please, step away.

- To live a life that I love,

I must know the world
outside these walls.

- Lady Astra, I must insist.

- Where'd they go?

- Did she say "Captain Lance"?

- From "Star Trip"?

We have to get
into Clotho Productions

and find out what's going on.

Officer Maala, report.

- It's a Gromulan warship,
Captains.

- Hail them, Officer Maala.

- Or wouldn't it be more...
logical

to attack the warship
before it attacks us?

- By that logic,
we would attack

every ship we encountered.

- Is there something
wrong with that?

Fine, Officer Maala.

Hail the Gromulans.
- Yes, Captain.

- Can we kill them now?

- Space:

the Fatal Frontier.

These are the adventures

of the USS Faterider.

- Its mission:

to seek out
rebellious life forms

and disobedient
civilizations

and blow them up with lasers.

- Captains, we've
caught the Gromulans

with their pants down.

- Charge the cannons.
Let's give them hell.

- Engage the translator,
Officer Maala.

I would like to talk to them.

- Two captains is
an exciting power dynamic.

Charging cannons
and engaging the translator.

- Okay, sorry.
Do you guys not understand me?

- We understand you.
We come in peace.

- Yeah, now prepare to die.

- Wait.
Hold on.

Don't shoot.
Listen.

None of this is real.
This is a fake reality.

- Yeah, it's true.
We're all on television.

Watch.
I can press this, uh,

plasma cannon button,
and nothing's gonna happen.

- No, no, no.
Nate, no.

No.
- On the other hand, why not?

- Oh.

- Who knew?

- That was bad.

- Can't even look.
- Oh, well, I mean,

it's an absolutely remarkable
vessel really, isn't it?

- Officer Maala!

- The crew has perished.

- No!

- There's no need to vocalize
at that decibel.

They're androids.

- Error--error...

- Oh.
Right.

This battle isn't over yet.

- Ooh, crazy episode.

Excuse me, my good sir.

My colleague and I are here

to refill your Mush
vending machines.

- I don't have you on my list.

- Lalo, is it?

You don't wanna be known

as the guy who lets
the building run out of Mush,

do you?

- All right, go in.

- Yes.

- Fire laser blasters.

- Permanently disabled.

- Photon torpedoes!
- Destroyed.

- Hey, ladies, uh,
permission to rescue you?

We could just
beam you right over here.

- Smells like
a Gromulan trap.

- Okay, you're losing oxygen.

We're gonna rescue you.

- We're taking over this ship.

- Sure.
That works.

We're--we're your crew anyways.

I--I know it's complicated,

but we're actually
from an alternate timeline

where you're our captains.

- You're our crew?

- May I interest you
in some rare Gromulan tea?

- Oh, it is grand

to see lady adventurers
in pantaloons.

- What kind of Gromulans
are you?

Ultimate Buds.

- All right, yeah, I know
it's hard to believe, but--

- No.
It makes perfect sense.

- We encounter this sort
of thing all the time.

You're probably our crew
from an alternate timeline,

and you've been trapped
in some sort of,

judging by your mannerisms,

late and early 20th-century
prison dimension,

which calls the question
if we ourselves

our existing
in a prison dimension.

It's perfectly logical.

- Ava, I love you.

- Whoa.

Clotho's control room.

- Look.

That contraption
is spitting out

a script for "Star Trip."

Looks like it's being
generated automatically

by some sort of
scriptwriting algorithm.

- What are these?

- Those are life threads, Gary.

Someone really is
trapped in these shows.

- Oh, my Fates!

- What is it?

- "Ultimate Buds" swag.

- We need to figure out
our next move.

- Uh, what we need is
to get out of this TV sh--

prison dimension.

- We've been investigating
an odd radio wave transmission

coming from the planet
Kuldezax.

- ♪ Welcome to
my Cul-da-Sac, friend ♪

♪ That's a street
that ends in a circle ♪

- Is that a song?

- We don't know
what to make of it.

This sector
should be deserted.

- All right.
I'm gonna make contact.

- With alien beings?
Are you mad?

- Absolutely do not
make contact.

- Even I think
it's a bad idea.

- Okay, okay.
I won't.

- Mm,
on the other hand...

- Why not?

- ♪ Welcome to my
cul-de-sac, friend ♪

♪ That's a street
that ends in a circle ♪

Children,

I think the Fates
have sent us some visitors.

Let's be good hosts.

I'll get the door.

Look who it is, everyone.

It's the Community Helpers.

- We're on
"Mr. Parker's Cul-de-Sac."

- Sewer repair?
That's actually kind of badass.

- Could there be such
a profession as a firewoman?

- Gather around, friends.

It's story time.

- Why don't you take a walk
around the block?

- Oof!

Actually, Officer Lance,

it is a Cul-de-Sa--

- The logic of this world
does not compute.

What exactly is the plan,
Dr. Zari?

- I have no idea.

- Oh, well, we can't
just keep hopping shows

ad-infinitum, now can we?

- We are on public access.

This is a career-killer.

- Come on, Sis.
What gives?

- Look, I don't know.

If you guys would just
remember who you really are,

you could help me
figure this out, but

none of you remember.

- Remember what?

- That you're in the Legends.

- What is a Legend?

- What is a Legend?

- You guys were heroes.

But it's not
because you do magic

or because you have
superpowers, it's--

What makes you guys special,
what makes us special,

is that we're just
a bunch of...

misfits who are trying
to make a difference.

That is what
we need right now.

- She's talking about us.

We could be
those misfits, Gary.

- But how?

- I've been sanitizing
history for too long.

It's time to spread the truth.

"The Legends remember

who they truly are."

- I wanna do right by Astra.

Make sure she, uh, was happy
growing up in a big house.

And I could keep
an eye on her.

Your mom never
gave up on you.

- You can really
bring her back?

- I can fix everything.

- You don't belong here.

- As far as I'm concerned,

we are co-captains for life.

- Always.

- Sara!

- We changed history.
We changed everything.

No.

- Dude, you just
came back to life.

- I know that I love you.

Find me.

- Oh.

- I remember everything.

I remember the Legends.

I remember...

Our time with Behrad.

I remember both Zaris.

- It's nice to be remembered.

Behrad...

- I--I should be dead.

In every timeline,
I shouldn't be alive.

- But you're alive here, okay?
Now.

Look--I actually think
I know what happened.

Look, I--I told
Charlie to come up

with a way
to outsmart her sisters.

Maybe hiding us on TV
was that way.

- Bloody Charlie.

A butler?

I feel violated.

- What the hell, John?

Did the loom bring
my mom back or not?

- I'm sorry, love.
I don't know.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- You found me.

- I'm never gonna
lose you again.

- We did it, Gary!

- You idiots.

- Great Clotho!
Praise the Fates!

- What have you done?

- We restored
their memories.

Please don't kill us.

- You're gonna ruin everything.

- If only we could explain.

- Get out!

I can't let the Legends escape.

- Guys, love that
you're back together.

And let's just say
that I'm processing

what it means that my best bro
is in love with my sister,

who lived
my same experiences

in a different timeline.

But where's my Zari?

- Took the words right
out of my mouth, mate.

- Mm-hmm.
Uh....

Well, I'm sort of
possessing her body.

- I mean, I love both of you.
It's just--

I get it.

She belongs here.

- Yeah, but what
happens to you?

- Did someone say
"problem"?

It sounds like being stuck
in a TV universe

and suddenly remembering
two different timelines

is very confusing.

Well, maybe I can try to help.

- I hate to question
a living God,

but why are you
doing this, Clotho?

- Because the Legends
don't realize

that there are consequences
to disobedience.

I know all about sad feelings.

- I know all
about sad feelings.

♪ Sad feelings

♪ Bad feelings

♪ Make you so mad
you wanna scream feelings ♪

♪ Everyone sometimes
has those feelings ♪

♪ When you do,
just sing this song ♪

- Mr. Parker, I know you're
just trying to help, but you--

- ♪ Repress

♪ Repress

♪ I'll go back and repress

♪ It's better
to bury my feelings ♪

♪ Than feel as awful

♪ As this

- Yeah, you're definitely
not Mr. Parker.

- Where did you send them?

- Why I just pulled the plug
on this crossover, silly.

You all have to go home now.

- ♪ Sad feelings

♪ Bad feelings

♪ Make you so mad

♪ You wanna scream feelings

♪ Everyone sometimes
has those feelings ♪

♪ When you do,
just sing this song ♪

♪ Ignore, ignore

♪ Those pesky feelings
are a chore ♪

♪ Obey the Fates

♪ Eat your Mush

♪ And you'll be happy

♪ Just like two lady bugs

- Not today, Satan!

Oh.
Oh.

I am so sorry.

I thought I was tackling
Mr. Parker.

- What kind of Mush
are we having tonight?

- Um, the
"you gotta go" kind.

- Yeah, how did we
not hear that before?

- After all that, we're
right back where we started.

- Mother-fater.

I wanna see the Buds
break free.

- Just try and
make a move on us,

and I will burn you,
you bastard.

- John.

We need to go back.
- Yeah, sure, love.

- Why don't you really
listen to her,

construction worker John?

- I wanna see my mother.

- What do you think
your mother will suddenly

have all of her memories?

What if Natalie's just
a character on a TV show, love?

- I have to know
for sure.

♪ Repress

♪ Repress

♪ I'll go back
and repress ♪

- ♪ It's better
to bury my feelings ♪

♪ Than feel as awful

♪ As this

♪ Ignore, ignore

♪ Those pesky feelings
are a chore ♪

♪ Obey the Fates

♪ Eat your Mush

♪ And you'll be happy

♪ Just like two lady bugs

Eh, we're back.

- And it's Christmastime,
apparently.

- Yep.

- Oh.
There you two are.

- Mom.

- Oh.
My love.

What's all this?

- Do you remember anything?

About your life
before Highcastle Abbey?

- What--I...

- Uh, London?
Magic?

Dad?

- Oh, what on Earth
are you talking about?

- Never mind.

I love you, Mom.

- Oh.

I love you too,

you goose.

Now you come upstairs
and change for dinner.

- Astra, listen to me.

- I know what
you're gonna say:

she's not real.

- We can stay.

- What?

What are you playing at?

- It's no trick, love.

Astra, look at me.

What have I got
to show for myself?

38 crap years of pain
and broken promises.

You wanna know
what my original sin was?

It was you.

Astra.

I rail against
the angels and the demons

for being
arrogant bastards,

but I'm worse than
the bloody lot of them.

You know, I thought
that I could use

your innocent soul

as a bargaining chip
to save your mother.

Bollocks.

If you're happy here, then

I will spend an eternity

as ruddy Mr. Constantine

trying to make it up
to you and Natalie.

- Is John Constantine
really capable

of such a selfless act?

Would it be acceptable to dine

at half past seven,
Lady Astra?

Mrs. Hutchens
is running a trifle late.

- Perfectly acceptable,
Mr. Constantine.

- That's one show
back on track.

My algorithm
should take care of the rest.

- But I don't understand.

Why are real people
trapped on TV?

- The Legends,
they're my friends.

But my sisters
wanted them dead,

so I made a deal:

weave the Legends
into our streaming service

where they help
indoctrinate the masses,

and they could live.

- Huh.

I always thought of you
as the punk rock Fate.

- I didn't
have a choice.

- Nobody does here.

But that's how it starts,
and then you get used to it,

obeying, I mean.

- Come on.
We have to escape.

- What's our course, Captains?

- Sara, wait.

Let's think about this.
- What's there to think about?

We have to get back
to real world.

- No, I know, okay?
But just...

in the real world,
I saw you die.

Okay, and it...

it was awful,
and I just keep playing it

over and over again
in my head, okay?

So look, out there, we lost.

But in here,
we always win, Sara.

- You're right.

Okay, and that's why
Charlie did all this,

a crew that can't die,

us beating the bad guys
every time,

it's what we asked for
back there in the pub.

But that doesn't exist.

Ava, life is beautiful
and terrible,

all at the same time.

But if we're only
living part of it,

then we're not
living at all.

- Let's get the hell
out of here.

- Captains, I'm picking up
a strange transmission.

It's from your old enemy, Dhan.

- Captain Lance,
Captain Sharpe,

old friends.

- He looks kind of hot.
- Oh, Mom.

- What?
I'm not dead.

- That's gross.

- So that's where Rory's been.

- It was foolish to think
you could escape my wrath.

- Dhan's charging
his torpedoes.

Should I raise the shields?

- You said that we always win,
right?

What if the only way to get
Charlie to set us free is...

we have to lose?

- What is she on about?

- You left me.

You left her in the center
of a dead planet.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
just get to the revenge part.

- As you wish.

- Torpedoes incoming.

Should I take
evasive maneuvers?

- Negative, Officer Maala.

- What if real people die
in the TV, Clotho?

You have to save them.

- Torpedo impact in five,

four, three,

two, one.

- No!

- What just happened?
- Did they die?

- What did you do?

- I canceled their show.

- You idiots.

Have you any idea
what you've done?

I love "Star Trip,"
and my hair.

- Wait, where are we?

- And where are the others?

- Darling.

Before we go in for dinner,
just open one present.

- And what's this?

- I overheard you talking
to Lord Behrad earlier.

It's a ticket to London.

- I don't understand.

- I couldn't bear it

if you sacrificed
your happiness for my own.

- But what about
Highcastle Abbey?

Please, don't make me do this.
I can't say good-bye to you.

- Darling, darling.

I'll always be here.

But you have your whole life
ahead of you.

Be courageous, my love.

You live it well.

Mr. Constantine.

- Your ladyship.

- Is Lady Astra
really leaving Highcastle?

- Do I have to say it?

- Say what, my lady?

- You smug bastard.

We can't stay here.

Nat would be proud.

- Do it fast
before I change my mind.

- John, you made it.

- Yeah, just about.

What about the others?

- Come on, Z.

You didn't live in a Totem
for a year

just to get stuck
on a TV show.

- I can't go back
to eating mush again,

not even blue mush.

- Yeah,
because no one should eat mush.

It's horrible,

and all the colors
are deeply unnatural.

Oh, and it has the texture
of wet cement.

- But, Z, the Fates said
we all have to eat mush.

- You know what, Nate?

Screw the Fates.

- Those imbeciles
can't do this.

They'll inspire
an insurrection.

both: They're gonna get
themselves canceled.

- For too long, we've let
the Fates rule our lives.

- I happen to like mush,
but that's not the point.

- Stop being so obedient.

Get off your couches
and take control of your lives.

- Oh, it's so good to see you.

I miss you.

- So, hey, that was pretty
crazy back there.

We were, like, engaged.

- It's a good thing we're not
brainwashed anymore.

- Oh, great.
Out of the TV show,

still in heels.

- You morons.

You just couldn't
leave it alone, could you?

I gave you everything
that you wanted.

- You stuck us on TV.

- I brought
Sara and Behrad back to life.

Mick,
I made you a criminal again.

It's just like you wanted.

I even gave Astra a happy
childhood for you, John-o.

- Yeah, bollocks.
You just used us

to keep people under control.

- Well, it's better that
than you lot dead.

I still have your life threads.

I can put the shows
back on air.

I'll do rewrites.

Behrad,
you want the old Zari back,

I can do that.
Look.

- Behrad, is that really you?

You're alive.

- What's happening?
- Yeah, it's like a Zari clone.

Totally get it.

- Wait, what?
Two sisters?

- Yeah, this is weird.

- Good weird.

It's really you.

- Charlie, you can't bribe us
into taking the blue pill.

- I'm not bribing.
I'm begging.

My sisters will kill you.

- That's for sure.

- Yeah, well,
we'll take our chances.

Lita's out there somewhere.
I'm not staying here.

- Let's get out of here.

- So long, Charlie.

- Wait, just accept your fates.

Don't walk out that door.

- On the other hand,
why not?

- They're free!

- And I can't
help them anymore.

- Greg, move your head.