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[wind blowing]

[footsteps approaching]

[static]

[pinging]

[snarling]

[wind howling]

[pinging]

[ground rumbling]

[pinging stops]

This is recording 297.

Observations of the Doom Patrol
by Dr. Harrison, day 93.

The Codpiece mission.

I continue to be astounded
by the garden of psychological plights

presented by this group.

It's been three months
and my decision to stay continues to pay dividends.

This bargain basement sideshow
has been working as a superhero team,

aptly named the Doom Patrol.

["Animal (F**K Like A Beast)"
playing]

♪ I got pictures of
Naked ladies ♪

♪ Lying on their beds ♪

[Dr. Harrison]
Rita has carved out a starring role for herself

as team leader,
because no one wanted the job.

Ready? Positions.

And action!

♪ I start to howl I'm in heat ♪

♪ I moan and growl
And the hunt drives me crazy ♪

[gun fires]

♪ I fuck like a beast ♪

♪ I come round, round
I come feel your love ♪

[Dr. Harrison] But this failed
starlet, failed high school drama teacher

and failed community
theater extra seems to have found her niche, by default.

Believe it or not,
she's led this busted Justice League

to seven successful missions.

Dear Rita tackles the job
with endless enthusiasm

despite the lack of cooperation
or respect of her teammates.

[sighs]

Any questions?

[Cliff] Yeah, not going
after Codpiece,

and not doing codenames.

A question beings with "who,"
"what," "where," "when" or "why," Clifford.

Why do you get to
pick the codenames?

Because they suck.

When you spend days
researching and plotting missions

while getting paper cuts
and inky fingers,

you can choose
the codenames, okay?

Until then, you're Robotman.

Dr. Harrison is Crazy Jane.

Larry is Negative Man,

Vic is Cyborg and, Rouge,

you're Dogshit McGivens.

[Dr. Harrison] Rita's ire
for Madam Rouge is as hot and fiery as ever.

And Rouge eats
healthy doses of her shit

because she desperately
wants to make amends for Malcolm and the Sisterhood.

Even though it runs counter
to her true nature.

Yeah. Good choice.
Mmm-hmm. Elasta-Woman.

Thank you.

[Dr. Harrison] In between
hating Rouge and being disrespected,

Rita had the good idea
to attach The Brain's robot head to the time machine.

Now, we no longer have to
hurdle through space, time, duct taped to Shipley.

She also solved
the time travel memory loss problem.

[hisses] Ah!

[Dr. Harrison]
Strangely enough, with jellyfish.

[sighs]

I couldn't tell you
why it works.

But it does.

Oh, no, thanks.

[whooshing]

[Vic] Codpiece just
robbed the bank.

Can we speed this up, please?

["Animal (F**K Like A Beast)"
continues playing]

[both grunting]

[Dr. Harrison panting]

[scoffs] Not everyone
can handle a full-load from this big gun.

-[Rita] So juvenile.
-[Dr. Harrison] Overcompensating much?

-[Cliff] Gross.
-Everyone back to order.

-I've seen bigger.
-[Larry] That's disgusting.

[sighs] Robotman,
flank him on the left.

♪ I got pictures of
Naked ladies ♪

♪ Lying on their beds ♪

Robotman.

Robotman!

♪ I whiff that smell
And sweet convulsion ♪

Clifasaurous.

Left flank. Got it.

♪ I'm making
Artificial lovers for free ♪

[gun firing]

♪ I moan and growl
And the hunt drives me crazy ♪

♪ I fuck like a beast ♪

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.

[grunting]

♪ I come steal your love ♪

Dogshit McGivens, draw his fire
while the others get to safety.

Draw his fire? Seriously?

[shouting] Just do it!

Fuckin' hell.

[screams]

[Madame Rouge yelps]

♪ I come steal your love ♪

[Rita] Not behind the bush.

His ammo
will cut right through.

Just like my multi-man batter.

[sighs]

Could you try not to be
disgusting for two seconds?

♪ A pelvic thrust and the sweat
Starts to sting ya ♪

♪ I fuck like a beast ♪

[Dr. Harrison] Rita tries
to control the team's every move

because she can't bear
to lose another loved one.

Diagnosis?

A textbook perfectionist,
slash, narcissist with survivor skill and PTSD.

Vic and his father repaired
most of the Robotman's smooshed body.

However, the testicle creature
incident led to global shipping delays

and they're still waiting
on parts for his other arm.

Okay. I'm gonna go
rip his dick off.

[Cliff] God damn, son of a...

No. No! No.
Still grateful for my crappy petite body.

Everyday outside
that giant robot is a blessing.

[Dr. Harrison] I suspect Cliff
has a low IQ

due to poor breeding,
a Florida public school education,

and race car fumes.

Diagnosis,

a grade A simpleton.

[people screaming]

[Dr. Harrison] The hero
formally known as Useful

has settled into place
as the team's one man IT squad.

Without his tech, Rita prefers
he stay out of harm's way.

But Vic is unsatisfied
by his new role and yearns to do more.

Elasta-Woman,
you got a bogey flyin' in.

Elasta-Woman.

Hey! Yo, that's far enough.

No, no, no, no. No, no, no.
Don't... Don't do anything.

I'm not really part
of Codpiece's crew.

I'm... I'm just the IT guy.

What do you mean,
"Just the IT guy?"

You're an integral part
of his villainy.

You're the foundation
he builds his nefarious successes on.

Oh. [chuckles]

Yeah. Yeah, I... I am vital.

I guess I am important, huh?

[laughs]

-[sniffles, grunts]
-Are you good?

[shushes]

Yeah. Yeah, just...
just hang on.

I can't do it if people
are talking. [sniffles]

-[grunting]
-[weapon loading]

Shit.

Oh. Oh. Shit.

[IT guy grunts in pain]

What was your part of the plan?

Was it to engage
with an ass-bazooka wielding twit?

But he was literal--

[Rita] I don't want to hear it.

You stick to the plan
or you stay home.

[Dr. Harrison] Plain old Vic
takes the red-headed miss'

admonishments as a lack
of faith in his abilities.

He doesn't realize
she too was working through her own issues.

Together they form
the perfect storm of psychological inadequacies.

Though Vic fearlessly jumped
into the fray against a nimrod

with a rump cannon,

he's far less courageous
when it comes to following through

on the promise
he made himself to find his happiness.

Diagnosis,
personality dysmorphia and social cowardice.

[siren wailing]

Larry and Keeg have been
getting on like a house on fire.

It may be the first
reported case

of a host developing
Stockholm syndrome towards its parasite.

Oh. [groans]

[Dr. Harrison] Larry's managed
to let go of himself enough

to share his life
and body with Keeg

in a way he never could
with the Negative Spirit or his human family.

And though Larry tells himself
the new life he's forged

with the neon leech
is fulfilling enough,

the truth is,
he yearns for more.

I'm fine, buddy.
Just you and me.

[Dr. Harrison] Diagnosis,

good old-fashion self-loathing
with a healthy dash of co-dependency.

Madame Rouge refuses
the jellyfish on every mission

because it gives her
the briefest respite

from remembering
her betrayal of Malcolm and the Sisterhood.

Oh. Excuse me!

What am I meant
to be doing again? I--

What? You don't remember?

Transform into something
to psych him out.

Right.

[Cliff] Holy shit!
Nice one, Rouge.

[grunting]

[mimicking gunshots, grunts]

[groans]

Are you body shaming me?

That's some next level evil.

I won't even go there.

[yells] I'll kill your face!
So hard!

[Dr. Harrison] But Rouge's
memories always return with a vengeance.

[exhales]

[Dr. Harrison] And she's
created a nasty ritual

that's a form
of psychological self-harm.

The results are
always the same

and she's forced to face
the fact that she's relegated

hundreds of people
to obsolescence.

Though all encompassing,
her pain is a quiet one.

The kind that's always there,

just under the surface,
smoldering,

looking for something to catch,
but never finding anything.

Diagnosis,

self-loathing doormat
with sociopathic tendencies.

As for me, I've managed
to find my own place

amongst this bunch
of walking tragedies.

One that makes use
of my specific talents.

Come now, Mr. Codpiece,

who are you really mad at?

Because it can't possibly
be me.

You don't even know me.

[sirens approaching]

[woman speaking indistinctly
over radio]

I know I only get
one phone call, Dr. H,

but I think you're right.

It should be to my mom.

[Dr. Harrison]
This doomed patrol is the El Dorado

of psychological dysfunctions.

I could publish volumes
based on my observations.

-[thuds]
-Oh.

Thank you.

[Dr. Harrison] Unfortunately,
my attention has been divided,

between my work
and my obligations.

-That's too much.
-[sniffles]

Abuelita only uses two shakes.

Really?

Why are you here, H?

To ask you the same question.

The others are all
searching for Kay.

Why aren't you?

Because I can think
of better ways

of wasting my time,
like trying to eat my own face.

So you're not concerned
about the girl?

[Jane] Of course
I'm fucking concerned.

But Kay constructed this place.

And if she doesn't
want to be found,

[softly] we're not
going to find her.

So you're here in her memories,
enjoying warm beverages.

I'm doing something
actually useful.

I'm trying to figure out
what the girl needs.

-Wanna know what I think?
-Mmm.

Yeah, more than anything
I've ever wanted in my entire miserable life.

I think you're on
vacation here.

Hiding in the girl's memories
to avoid your responsibilities.

How relieved you must feel
of not having the weight of it all on your shoulders.

Or maybe this is just
sour grapes.

After all,
the girl did disappear,

under your watch.

Mmm.

Remind me where you went
to medical school again?

Was it the University
of I-Watched-A-Shit-Ton- Of-Sally-Jesse-Raphael?

Enjoy your stay, Jane.

[door creaking, closing]

[drilling]

-Looks good.
-Yep.

So then, boom!

With the press
of a cell phone button,

she teleported the entire bus
of Edgelords into the Phantom Zone,

which they didn't seem to hate.

But we, uh,
we busted them out anyway.

[laughs]
Cell Phone Silvia, huh?

-Yup!
-And what was your part in this caper?

Me? Yeah, I, um...

I downloaded her phone's
user menu from the internet.

That thing is over
ten years old.

Man! That was hard to find.

Sounds like
you're keeping busy.

Yeah.

But, um,

are you leaving any time
to find your bliss?

[exhales sharply]

I didn't ditch my tech
to spite you.

When are you gonna understand
that this choice was about me?

It wasn't an accusation, son.

I'm sorry.

[sighs]

The truth is,
this isn't as easy as I thought it would be.

Scary tryin' to find yourself,
isn't it?

I think I'd rather take on
an Edgelord.

[laughs]

Now, just give yourself time.

You'll get there.

[sighs]

Looks like we're done here.

Thanks for your help
on this, Dad.

He's gonna be psyched.

Of course.

It was fun.

Yeah, it was.

Let's gather the troops.

[alarm blaring]

[Cliff] All right, all right,
all right.

Whose face are we stomping
justice into today?

Is that my fucking arm?

As a matter of fact, it is.

[chuckling] Fuck.
Fucking sweetness!

Why is everyone
else here?

Well, we couldn't make
your arm exactly like it was so, um,

we decided to make it better.

Looks like the same
old shitty robot arm

with the same old shitty
robot fingers that I can't type for shit with,

or write, or bowl.

We...

We gave you
the sense of touch...

In one finger.

But over time,

if things work the way
they're supposed to,

the nanites will spread
to your other fingers.

[Cliff gasps] Wh...

I'll be able to feel
with my whole hand?

That's the plan, Robotman.

[gasps]

[chuckling] I don't know
what to say.

[laughs] Thank you!

Uh, from my bottom
of my non-existent heart.

-[chuckling]
-[Vic groaning] All right.

-[Silas] Okay.
-[Vic] All right.

[chuckles]

[muffled groans from
Vic and Silas]

[laughs]

[clears throat]

[laughing]

And this how you say
"Fuck you" in England.

Now we can calibrate
your sense of touch.

Let's start with the cotton.

Uh, would it be okay
if I didn't?

It would be better if you did.

You... you mind telling us
why you don't want to?

I haven't felt anything
for 40 years.

I think the first thing
I'd like to touch is my grandson.

-[Cliff sighs]
-Cliff,

not to be a spoilsport
but technically,

you are touching
that oven mitt.

Doesn't count. Doesn't count.

But, goddamn, it's soft.

Come on, fuck nuts!

To the time machine!

We're going
to fucking Florida!

Um, Clifford,
I know that you are excited,

but the time machine
is not an Uber.

It is a crime
fighting apparatus.

[Madame Rouge]
Oh, come on, Rita.

What is the harm in a wee jaunt
to America's sweaty armpit?

This is a joyous occasion.

Why don't you make
a little exception?

Oh, what's the harm?

-Yeah, come on, Rita.
-Don't be so controlling.

-Be cool for once.
-[sighs]

All right, all right,
all right.

Just this once.

Fuck yeah, let's roll!

I think I'll sit this one out.
I am allergic to jellyfish

and experimental
fringe science.

-Take care, son.
-[chuckling] All right, Dad.

I'll talk to you.

Um, Rita, a private word?

What is it?

Uh, well, I, um, thought
over time if I consumed enough of your shit,

-I-I'd earn your forgiveness
but I'm realizing that's... -[scoffs]

Probably never gonna happen.
And since my presence here is a constant trigger for you,

I was thinking, perhaps maybe,
once I...

Well, perhaps maybe,
once we all return from Florida,

it might be best
that I find somewhere else to live.

Unless of course,
you can find it in your heart to...

[sighs]

Forgive me.

[clicks tongue]
I hear there are a lot of nice efficiencies

in Cloverton,
if you don't mind getting scabies.

I... I don't actually.

And perhaps maybe
you could give me...

[clicks tongue]

Give me the address.

This is the best day
of my entire freaking life!

Can we leave already?

Why have we not left yet?

No, thank you.

No, you listen here,
Madame Rouge.

You will put this jellyfish
on top of your peanut head

because I want you to remember
every word of your promise

to leave my home.

Oh, fucking--

Okay, Florida five minutes
from now. Everybody ready?

[seatbelt clicks]

[alarm sounding]

-[Shipley rumbling]
-[whooshes]

Shipley, play some
travel tunes, will ya?

[Cliff]
♪ Hands ♪

♪ Touching hands ♪

♪ Reaching out ♪

♪ Touching me ♪

♪ Touching you ♪

[all]
♪ Sweet Caroline ♪

♪ Pa, pa, pa ♪

♪ Good times never
Seemed so good ♪

♪ So good, so good, so good ♪

[sighs] Are you an animal,
vegetable or mineral?

Yes.

Are you Animal Vegetable
Mineral Man?

Damn it!
I thought that'd be harder.

What else could possibly
fit that description?

[woman screaming]

You guys seein' this?

[woman screaming]

[Dr. Harrison] Oh,
it's probably another time goat.

Let's not get paranoid.

It's a woman.

-[screaming]
-[grunts]

-[rumbling]
-[alarm blaring]

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Help me. Help me please.

Is this bad? 'Cause this
feels pretty fucking bad.

I don't think it's good.

I know her.

She likes to watch people pee.
No judgement.

That's Isabel Feathers.

Who?

The talentless wannabe
who portrayed me

in the Cloverton Theatre's
Our Town, huh.

[Isabel] Help, help me!

-[Vic] Should we let her in?
-No.

Let me in. Let me in.
Let me in. Let me in. [screams]

What's she doing
in the time stream?

Uh, that might be my bad.

When I arrived in Cloverton,

she watched me taking
a massive wazz,

then fell
right into my time hole.

I... I didn't think
it was worth mentioning.

Please! Angry Jesus!

Don't let me die
before I touch my grandbaby!

[automated voice speaking]
Arrival imminent. Arrival imminent.

When are we headed, Victor?
What year?

No idea.

Everybody brace for impact.

This is gonna be
a rough landing.

[rumbling]

[screaming]

-[rumbling]
-[crashing]

-[Shipley slows down]
-[whooshing]

[Rita] Is everyone okay?

[Larry] I think so.

Where on earth are we?

When are we?

[Cliff] Doesn't matter
and don't care.

Let's just hop back
into Shipley

and get back on track
to the FLA.

Shipley's overheated.

It's gonna be a while
before we can shove off again.

I think I know where we are.

[Madame Rouge] Um...

I think we went
a little further than five minutes into the future.

Well, what do you suppose
the shotgun is for?

[growling]

For whatever the fuck that is.

Executive decision.

Yep.

And... and go
where exactly?

[Larry] There's no place
like home.

Wow.

This reminds me
of my mother's house.

She was a hoarder,

and a war profiteer.

The air's really stale.

Maybe no one's
living here anymore.

Well, we'd better
have a look through just in case.

Everyone,
I have found something.

What is it?

[Rita] Hmm.

Vienna sausages and Skittles.

Ew. On both fronts.

I haven't seen shit like this
since the '70s.

And we were all
high as fuck back then.

No, wait.

[lever clicking]

-[all screaming]
-[thudding]

-[Madame Rouge]
Fucking asshole! -[Vic] Why did you do that?

God.

-[Cliff] Oops.
-[Madame Rouge] Idiot!

-[Vic] You had
to touch the weiner? -[distant thuds]

[whispers] Quiet.
We're not alone.

Welcome to 2042.

[Cliff] Holy shit bears!

Who is it?

[Cliff] It's you.

A rusty, busted version of you.

The hell? Yo, let me through.

Yo, let me through.

If this mitt falls off
and I touch something that isn't...

-Someone is kicking me.
Stop kicking me. -...my grandson's

-perfect skin...
-[grunting]

...I will murder every
single one of you.

-[Cliff whispering]
This is weird. -[all shushing]

What's that on your face?

Is that tech?

Who wants tea?

[Future Vic] It all started
about 20 years ago,

Cloverton was the epicenter.

Spread slow at first

and after a few weeks
it was everywhere.

[Cliff] Hey, Omega man,

you wanna skip the dramatics

and just tell us
what the lemon drizzled [shouting] fuck happened?

Papers called it
The Buttpocalypse.

[all snickering]

I think he's serious.

No, that's impossible.

We killed those assholes.

Apparently, we missed one.

And infected it with zombiism.

You mean to tell us
the world has been overtaken

by Zombie Butts?

[Larry] That we created?

I mean, the zombie part anyway.

It's about
the size of it, yeah.

Where are the rest of us?

You tend to stick to your rooms
for the most part.

Go say hi if you want.

Rouge.

[Madame Rouge sighs]

You won't find anyone
in your room.

Oh.

Did I change rooms?

Did I just pop out
for my laundry?

Well, that can only mean
one thing. [sighs]

I am at a LARPing retreat.

I am dead then, aren't I?

Actually, I don't know
what happened to you.

You moved out
right before shit kicked off.

We lost track
of you soon after.

Well, then I could
still be out there,

thriving under
the New World Order. I--

[breathes sharply]

Look, I go into Cloverton
nearly every day

and I'm yet to see
another survivor.

I'm sorry.

Vic, take a walk with me.

Something I gotta
show you.

[all] What the fuck?

Larry? Keeg?

[sighs]
What the hell is goin' on here?

Hello!

Rita?

I know what this is.
It's a death hoop.

Rita Vivian Farr,

I know what you're doing,
and I want you to stop this instant.

[grunts]
You're not fooling anyone, you know.

This is the exact same
blocking we did in the picture,

The Return of Ghost Gal,
Ghost Gal's Gal Pal.

[sighs] Pish.

I was hoping
you would have forgotten.

Well, what do you want?

-For starters--
-They're dead.

Everyone's dead.

I see.

[breathes deeply]
Let me guess.

I had a carefully
well laid out plan and nobody followed it.

Not exactly.

[Rita] It was Rouge.

Rouge betrayed us
like she did the Sisterhood of Dada.

No.

It turns out we were
about as good

at being a team leader
as we were at being a high school drama teacher.

How can that be?

I... I... We have
an undefeated record.

It's complicated.

[clears throat]
There's a lot to unpack.

Tell me everything.

Well, are you going to talk
or just continue staring

out the window
like a catatonic tuna fish?

Are you really in such denial
that you can't deduce what happened?

Perhaps you're too much
of a coward to own up to your actions.

Cut the shit, H.

Your pathological arrogance
got the girl killed.

No. In my time
the girl is still alive.

I haven't done anything yet.

It was you.

Was that a different clan
of cataclysmic misfits

you darkened
my doorstep with?

But that's impossible.

-The girl is--
-Your primary concern.

Guess again, sister.

If you were really interested
in protecting her,

you would have taken her
far from this place

and these people right after
you seized control from Jane.

But no,

you were more interested
in emotionally dissecting your little lab rats,

and now Kay is dead.

[whispering] Peace...

[muttering]

[whispering] Continued on A-13.

A-13?

[muttering]

[whispers] Where is A-13?

Oh.

What the fuck?

[muttering indistinctly]

So, you can't, uh,
fuck with the sex ghosts at all?

Sure, sure.

I mean, not literally.

I mostly do a lot of watching
and commenting.

But that's not really
what you wanna ask me about, is it?

No.

-Are they--
-Clara and Rory are fine.

They took Mille's dad's boat
out on the Atlantic and are safe and sound.

[Cliff] Really?

No.

Tell me.

Bro, you don't want to know.

Can you at least tell me
what happened to me?

Parkinson's got us.

[Cliff] Really?

Bro, [chuckling]
you do not wanna know.

[shouting] Listen, bro!

Either you start talking
or I'll make it my life's mission

to figure out how to rip off
your ghost head

and shit down your ghost neck.

Which would entail
a side mission of figuring out how to take a shit,

but so help me,
I will fucking do it!

[chuckling] Okay.

Okay, okay, okay. Jesus.

You want the truth?
Here it is.

Your perfect grandson, Rory,

you never get to touch him.

Because I died before
I could get to Florida?

Bro, you do not
want to know.

Oh, there you are.

My God, we're dead.

Hey!

Hello?

Yeah, that tracks.

Future Keeg.

Future Keeg, release.

Hey, whe...
where's Keeg, Larry?

Larry, please.

Where is he?

Keeg doesn't
live here anymore.

Wha... what
happened to him?

What the hell did you do?

Hey! I'm talking to you.

Larry, I'm talking to you!

[energy pulsating]

[power surging]

Oh, thank God.

[chuckling] Look at you!

You're all grown up.

How you doing, buddy?

And what does he mean,
"You don't live here anymore?"

Huh? You look...
You can talk to me.

What is going on here?

[energy pulsating]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

Hey, what's happening?

What are you doing to him?

[ominous music playing]

[energy pulsating]

[power surging]

Whoa!

[pants]

What the hell
did he say to you?

[thuds]

[exhales]

Oh, my fuck sticks.

[Vic grunting]

-[gasps] Shitting hell!
-[grunting]

-[groans]
-[panting]

He's gonna steal
the time machine.

Sooner or later,
if they don't get eaten,

they're gonna make
their way here.

If you all keep them occupied,
I'll double back and take Shipley.

I may be in the minority,

but perhaps we should give
our past selves a chance.

Maybe with our guidance,
they can avert this terrible future.

[all laughing]

I can't believe you got
through that with a straight face!

[all laughing]

You're trusting those morons
to right the future. Could you imagine?

[continues laughing]

-[wind blowing]
-[footsteps approaching]

[Vic] Going somewhere?

I don't want to fight you.

I bet you don't, old man.

Or talking is also good.

This is for the best.
For all of us.

How is stealing
the time machine

instead of telling us
how to stop this better?

Look, you're just gonna
fuck it up.

The way I see it,
we haven't fucked up anything yet.

It was you all who caused
this future, not us.

If you know how to avoid this,
then you need to tell me.

There's no point.

Where you're at right now,
you're not gonna hear me.

Where am I at?

You still think
you're on-plan?

-You just don't get it--
-Don't get what?

[Rita] What about us?

Are we in a clear headspace?

[Zombie Butts growling]

[growling, snarling]

You better be. They're here.

[growling]

[crashing]

[yelping]

[Cliff] Fuck these
fucking Butts.

We kicked their asses once,
we can do it again!

That's exactly what you said
20 years ago,

When a Butt cracked your head
like an egg and ate you.

Thank you. Finally,
someone tells me how I die.

[snarling]

[roaring]

[growling]

-[grunts]
-[yelping]

Careful.
Don't let them bite you.

We can't win this.

We have to go.

No! Not until he talks.

I love a fight as much
as the next robot...

-[snarling]
-But, this is nuts.

-[growling]
-[grunting]

[Madame Rouge]
Dr. H is right. Let's get out of here.

-[Zombie Butt snarling]
-[gun fires]

[Vic] We're bugging out.

Come with us.

Help us fight the future.

Hell, no.
I'd rather be ravaged by Zombie Butts

than revisit
that point of my life.

Then I'm not going, either.

Absolutely not, Victor.
It's suicide.

Maybe your jellyfish
wasn't on tight enough?

But you can't
do shit, remember?

You don't have shit
to fight with.

[blade swishing]

Here!

Booyah!

-[gun fires]
-[both grunting]

-[squelching]
-[gun firing]

[Zombie Butts growling]

[Silas] Boys!

Stop this nonsense!
Immediately!

-Dad?
-Dad?

Call me Pop-Pop, please.

Wait. [grunts]

No!

[whooshes]

[Vic] No!

Why did you do that?

[Zombie Butts thudding on door]

Okay, we're going, everybody.

[breathing heavily]

[Shipley firing up]

[whooshing]

-The launch sequence
has already been initiated. -[grunts]

It won't open.

[grunting]

You can't save him, Vic.

[Zombie Butts snarling]

[roaring, snarling]

[Future Vic screaming]

[Zombie Butts snarling]

[Future Vic yelling]

[rumbling]

[whooshing]

[whooshing]

[whirring]

[Vic]
"You can't have it all."

[energy pulsating]

Easy, buddy. Easy.

[sighs]

Please.

-Look.
-[energy pulsating]

Your other dad would write me
a note sometimes.

Could you try to do that?

[power surging]

Can you please just tell
what future Keeg showed you?

Was it about me?

What did you do
to fuck this one up, Trainor?

[sighs]

[Dr. Harrison] Did you see?

[Jane] Every hairy detail.

I don't know what to say.

Good. Because I do.

You were right.

I was hiding out
in Kay's memories

because being Primary is hard
and it's fucking draining.

And I needed a break.

But after what I saw
in the future,

I am going back up right now
and so help me,

I will chuck you face-first,
into the fucking well if you--

[gasps]

[softly] Kay.
Where have you been?

What happened
to Dr. H?

Don't follow me.

Listen to me, please--

[gasps]

What the fuck?

[knock on door]

[sighs]

[knock on door]

Oh. [chuckles]

That's unusual.

[whispering] 'Kay.

Uh, do you think
it was random seeing

Isabel Feathers
in the time stream?

[clicks tongue]
I'm not sure, do you?

[Madame Rouge]
I'm not sure either.

Might be worth finding out.

You're not leaving anymore,
are you?

Given what we've seen
in the future

it's... probably for the best?

[gasps]

Well, isn't this just
the shitty cherry on top

of a shitty sundae
made of shit?

Okay.

[door slams]

Think that went well.

[Vic] You can't have it all.

Fuck that.

[exhales]

[sighs]

Rory, I am gonna come
touch your perfect, squishy tush.

But, first I gotta stop
the Buttpocalypse.

But I promise you.

I will not touch a single thing
with my new hand before I get to you.

Until then, fuck you,
the future.

This better be good, Bunbury.

I was in the middle
of Graham Norton.

[squeaking]

[chuckles]

Can't be serious
with this shit.

I mean, it's a stupid hoax,
he's not real.

[squeaking]

I bought you the wrong bedding
one time.

When you gonna get over it?

[squeaking]

Can we, maybe just,
get back to the photo?

A... a thousand apologies,
Bunbury.

[squeaking]

Prophecy only mentioned
the Butts.

Now, if this is real,
really, really, real,

it can mean
only one thing.

We're well and truly fucked.

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