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Mm-hmm, hm-hm.

What?

Ah!

Earthquake!

It's in the filing cabinet!

We.

did it!

We survived the earthquake!

Yeah, yeah!

Ow!

All right, aftermath meeting.

Pops, you look for fallen branches.

Skips, I need you to get a new earthquake.

That's not happening.

Look, I know it's a 45-minute drive, but they... Look up!

No!

No!

No!

I thought we got rid of this thing.

Hello, gentlemen!

We are back!

Here to do some more experiments.

Nothing deadly.

Nothing too deadly.

I am Dr. Ruben Langer.

But you may call me Dr. Langer.

Weird.

No need to introduce yourselves.

We still have all the data from the first dome experiment.

Please just tell us what's going on!

Why'd you trap us in the dome again, bro?

Don't worry, you're not trapped this time!

That was phase one!

Check it out.

Phase two!

Garage door.

In and out, no problem.

What are we supposed to do this time?

Just act normal.

My scientists will observe you.

Oh!

And one more thing.

No matter what happens, don't push this button.

Oh, who's right?

Mr. Mailad and I are counting on all of you.

Especially you.

W-me?

Whoa.

Remember, don't press the button.

No matter how much you want to.

Langer out!

Well, that was unsettling.

All right, you heard the doctor.

We're just gonna have to take shifts making sure nobody presses this button.

Come on, Benson.

Do we really have to sit here and guard some button no one wants to push?

Look, I don't like it either, but sometimes you just have to blindly follow orders.

Morning, everyone.

Today's button guarding shifts are as follows.

Ah!

It's been three days!

I'm sick of guarding that thing!

It feels like we're wasting our time.

We are wasting our time!

We don't even know why we're doing this!

Listen, I'm just as annoyed and confused as you are, okay?

I don't know any more than you guys do, remember?

Well, shouldn't it be your job to know?

That's not how it works.

Hi, I'm Benson.

Oh, really?

What do you do?

Oh, I do whatever the creepy stranger with the eye patch tells me.

Come on!

Give me some credit!

I can't take this anymore!

I'm gonna push it!

Stop!

Muscle Man, chill!

Uh, I'm cool.

Sorry, dudes.

I just lost my head for a second.

Something about that button.

All right, this has gone far enough.

I'm gonna talk to Mr. Mailer.

Finally!

Don't do anything until I get back!

Well, now what?

Would you like a tissue?

What are you guys taking notes about?

Those guys take notes about everything.

Watch!

See?

Hey!

I've got my right, bro!

I'm gonna live in a surveillance state!

I got one!

Thank you, Mr. Mailer.

That was a good chat.

Benson!

How are you, buddy?

Wait.

What were you talking to Mailerd about?

That's on a need-to-know basis.

You should probably get back to the park to guard that button.

Okay?

All right.

Have a good one.

Watch your back.

Just kidding!

Maybe, though.

Hm?

Hey, Mr. Mailerd.

You have to keep guarding the button, Benson.

What?

How did you... No, but I...

Then can you please just explain why any of this is happening?

I'm trying to be a good manager, but I can't if I'm being kept in the dark.

You be a good manager by following orders, Benson.

Follow your orders!

I'm sick of just following orders.

You're just sitting here with your big desk and your fancy office.

You know what, Benson?

You're right.

You're the park manager, not Langer.

So if you want, push it.

Push the button!

What?

What's gonna happen?

Mmm, maybe something good.

Maybe something bad.

Hey baby, this is all a test.

What?

Well... All right then.

I'm gonna go push the button.

Because I am in control!

All right, Mr. Note.

Why you got us guarding that button?

I'll never tell!

All right.

Maybe this will make you change your mind.

What?

Oh, no.

You've been watching us, so you know exactly

how long it's been since he's washed that.

Oh, no!

It smells like a rotten hamburger left in someone's desk as a prank!

Fine, I'll tell you.

It's... it's a test!

A test?

Dr. Langer doesn't think you can handle a simple task.

Not with Mordecai's self-doubt, Rigby's laziness skips his checkered past,

Muscle Man's bad hygiene pops his child-like tendencies, and Benson's insecurity!

Fives is the only logical one, and even he left it unguarded.

Uh, thanks?

The point is, if the button gets pressed, Benson

gets fired, and Langer gets put in charge.

And you do not want that.

Why not?

Because terrible things will happen.

Wait!

Who's guarding the button?

What the?

Nobody's guarding it?

Mordecai and Rigby!

Okay, I'm doing it.

I'm gonna press the button.

Don't push this button.

Second thought?

Maybe... Ha!

Push it!

Push the button!

As you know, that's part of the test.

I played you for fools, and won.

Oh, my.

Test?

A test for what?

Test... Benson, stop!

Get away from that button!

We've been talking to the Doom guys, and it's all just a test!

Talking to the Doom guys?

See?

You can't trust them!

You guys are lying.

You're testing me, too!

Benson!

Now I'm the boss here, so...

So I'm gonna make a decision.

Benson, we're your friends!

If you push that button, Mailer's gonna...

What?

Benson!

What are they saying?

Doesn't matter what they're saying, Benson.

They're just like those Doom guys.

They're trying to trick you.

I... I need a minute to think.

Push the button, Benson.

I'm not sure I should.

No!

Come on, Benson.

I'll catch you.

No, I... I shouldn't!

Push the button, Benson!

No!

I'm making this decision!

I'm not gonna push the button!

Are you okay?

Benson, you were...

Hello, gentlemen!

I see you didn't press that button over there.

Really impressed!

Great work!

Ten out of ten!

No one's dead and that's usually a good sign.

Hmm... Okay, I'm just gonna go ahead and call out what I'm feeling here.

You don't seem that jazzed.

We're not jazzed because we're super confused!

We want answers!

Why were we guarding that button?

It's a big test.

Why is the dome back?

Bigger test.

What does the button do?

And why'd Mr. Maillard say to press it?

Test, test, test.

Well, now what?

Great question.

Gonna answer it with this trash bag!

Beeper for you, beeper for you, you, beeper, beeper, beeper.

If the beeper beeps, gonna need you to return to the house immediately.

This is mandatory, no questions asked.

Where's my beeper?

Benson, you get one of these babies!

It's a strap-on fax machine!

Keep that on ya and you'll get very important dome orders.

Ooh!

Here comes one now!

Four orders of crab rangoons and a two liter of diet cola?

Oh, I see what's happening.

Funny story, actually.

That fax machine is one digit all from Joe's chow mein.

It's actually pretty good, I recommend it.

What's the point of all this?

Got two super cool words for ya, buddy.

Langer out!

You guys wanna go get some Chinese food?