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- [dog toy squeaking] - [distant siren wailing]

[barking, howling]

- [explosions] - [alarm ringing]

[panicked shouting]

I ain't gonna hurt you.

Just making a long-overdue withdrawal.

But get out of the fucking way.

- [Nubian Prince] Groundhawk! - Oh, fuck.

You used to be a hero,

and you used to be a friend.

Kick rocks.

I put my life on the line over and over again.

And what did I get in return, huh?

My name on the news? Screw that.

It's time I got something a little more.

A little more money.

But I can't let you do this.

Then stop me, pal.

[both grunting]

[yells]

[grunting continues]

[grunts loudly]

[gasping]

[crying out]

[groaning]

[electricity crashes]

Looks like you could use a hand.

Nice moves. You're...

Nubia. Queen of Thunder.

I'm Nubian Prince.

Prince of Nubia.

Well, isn't that a coincidence?

- [crowd cheering] - [groaning]

You want to take this bird down together?

Ooh, I thought you'd never ask.

Bring it!

- [electricity crackling] - [shouts]

[Groundhawk cries out]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[crying out]

♪ ♪

[Groundhawk crying out]

♪ ♪

[moaning]

[Nubia] Yeah...

[without accent] Your place or mine?

Boy, where'd that accent go?

[scoffs] Girl, I'm from Bakersfield.

I'm gonna... gonna...

gonna... [groans]

[whooshing]

[Nubia] I cannot fucking believe you did that to me!

Oh, you can't believe it? You were the one that kept

hitting me with the friendly fucking fire!

It was an accident.

You hit me in the nuts, Nubia.

♪ ♪

You have any idea what a thunderclap

- to the balls feels like? - Ugh.

Don't be such a fucking pussy.

Well, there needs to be some pussy around here.

I'm sure not getting any.

Well, you'd get some pussy if you started

pulling your weight, Gerald.

This is exactly what Dr. Krause said.

You're always trying to neuter me.

[sighs]

See? This isn't working, NP.

W-Well, look, uh, hold on, okay? Except for my balls,

Martin Luther King and Malcolm X,

that battle went great.

Look, Ashley sent the media report.

Our numbers are through the roof.

It's too late. Just sign the papers.

I need you to sign the fuckin'... Maya! Hey!

We didn't see you there.

Sorry we raised our voices, honey.

Tough day at the office.

You were fighting again.

Sweetheart, being a Supe couple is tough.

You belong to the world, and your relationship is

bigger than the two of you.

And even if you want something different,

you can't have it.

You're trapped. It's suffocating.

And sometimes all you need is a little patience

while you work through deeply painful childhood trauma.

But no one will give it to you, and your home becomes

an empty tomb of despair.

I definitely want to fuck you now, Gerald.

Okay, all right, why don't we go finish your homework

while Mommy tries to make dinner.

Can you do that, Mommy?

This motherfucker.

[Nubian Prince] And the terrorists were vaporized.

Their cries of horror echoing through the trees

as their blood settled on the pristine snow.

The end.

Daddy, are you and Mommy getting a divorce?

No. Of course not, honey, no.

[scoffs] I'm not stupid, Dad. You fight all the time.

Well, maybe we just love fighting.

But we also still love each other.

And no matter what happens, we'll always love you.

- [footsteps] - See? Here's Mommy

to kiss you good night. Everything is fine.

Baby, Daddy and Mommy are getting a divorce,

and Gerald's buying you a pony.

Nighty-night.

♪ ♪

[sighs] Mommy's got some sulfur burns,

so she's gonna take a bath.

Keep doing your homework, sweetie.

[Groundhawk] Fuck you, fuck off.

Leave a fucking message.

[automated voice] Mailbox is full.

[humming]

Hello? Uh... Mr. Groundhawk...

[Groundhawk] It's my fucking day off, you Vaught cock-knuckles!

I'm not from Vaught. My name is Maya. Maya Nubian.

- [Groundhawk] You a little kid? - I'm not a little kid.

- I'm eight. - [Groundhawk] Jesus.

Don't soil yourself. Door's open.

[grunts] It's locked.

[Groundhawk] Oh, for fuck's sake! Watch your eyes.

[Maya cries out]

Eh, sorry about that, kid.

I'm not really good at doorknobs.

- What, your parents send you? - No.

I need your help.

Jesus fuckin' Christ. All right.

Come on in. You want a soda or something?

It's not like this can look bad to anyone.

I'm not a pedo, by the way. I don't even have fingers.

I'm not a goddamn pedo, Benjamin!

[whimpers]

Whoa, this place is a dump. Ugh.

[can opens]

Thanks, kid. [slurping]

Whoa, dude!

What happened to your VS5?

I have anger issues.

Listen, kid, what are you doing here?

I gotta get back to staring into the void

and trying not to fatally injure myself when I pee.

[sighs]

My parents are getting a divorce.

- I heard. - You heard?

Aw, look, kid, truth is we work together.

All that good guy/bad guy stuff is just bullshit

to sell backpacks and lunch boxes.

That fight where your folks met,

that was all a setup.

It was as fake as your dad's accent.

Vaught even wrote our lines for us.

Mine were fuckin' stupid, by the way.

[Maya] I know.

My mom kept her scripts.

I need you to fight them again

- so they remember they love each other. - Hmm.

My parents got divorced when I was about your age.

They tried and all, but their kid had hammers for hands,

and kept putting holes in their shitty trailer home.

It was better for all of us.

My parents are only happy when they're fighting.

Uh, I mean together.

They're only happy when they're fighting bad guys together.

Well, it is a good time.

- So you'll do it? - Sorry, kid.

Please? I'll give you all this.

I'm not taking your money.

I'll come over and open sodas for you

- whenever you want. - Fuck, that's worse.

I guess I'll have to tell everyone you're a pedo,

and you lured me here with a broken VS5.

Aw, fuckin' hell! I knew it'd look bad.

Oh...

Fine! I obviously don't have shit going on,

and I can't jack off

so I may as well crack some heads.

[grunts]

- LeBron James, I guess. - [grumbles]

You can have the house, I'll take the Stingray,

we'll split the 401(k).

Uh-uh. No way. I am not giving you the Stingray

so you can go finger-pop some young American's asshole

in the bucket seat; fuck that.

- [Maya] Mom, Dad! - [both] Maya?

- [Maya] Help! Help me! - Maya!

- Oh, my God. Maya! - What the fuck?!

[growling]

Put Maya down right fucking now, Groundhawk.

You know what? I'm sick of your bullshit,

Nubians. Fight me!

What? You're not even in our continuity this season,

you crazy motherfucker.

Come on, fight me, Gerald.

Or do you need that bitch's permission?

- I don't need my wife's permission. - You want a fight?

You got it, you egg-layin' motherfucker!

- [Maya cries out] - Oh, oh, shit, kid. Are you...

[grunting and groaning]

- [shouts] - [grunts]

Get down here and fight me.

Come up here and fight me, hammer dick.

You know I can't.

Oh, well, I guess I'm gonna have to go down

and get him, huh?

Thank you, my Prince.

- [grunting] - [shouts]

[Groundhawk crying out]

- Mmm. - [screams]

This is going great.

[grunting continues]

♪ ♪

[moaning]

Yes!

[groaning] Oh... hey...

Wait. Stop! I made him do it.

I said I'd call him a pedo.

He's a pedo? As in a pedophile?

Like that dude from Seventh Heaven?

- Damn, that shit fucked me up. - I knew it!

[grunting]

[pummeling continues]

- [passionate moaning] - [Nubian Prince] Uh-huh.

- Yeah, whoo! - [moaning continues]

- Oh, shit. Oh, shit. - [Nubia] Oh, my God.

- Yes! That's my Prince! - [Nubian Prince] Oh, goddamn!

Motherfucker. [laughs] Ooh, yeah!

- [Nubia] Gerald! Gerald! - [Nubian Prince] Nubia. Nubia!

- Whoo, yes! - [Nubia] Go make me some tacos!

[Nubian Prince] Tacos! Tacos! Taco Tuesday!

[birds singing]

[Nubia] Mm. [chuckles, sighs]

Mm.

Did your trifling ass forget to buy coffee again?

Shit, since when was I supposed to do that?

Since I told you yesterday

to buy the fucking coffee, Gerald!

- [spoon clinks] - [both gasp]

Honey, are those our divorce papers?

It'll be better for all of us.

- [♪ Lil Nas X: "Old Town Road"] - ♪ Gonna take my horse...

And, I'm looking at both your trifling asses.

I want that motherfucking pony.

♪ Got the horses in the back ♪

♪ Horse tack is attached ♪

♪ Hat is matte black ♪

♪ Got the boots that's black to match ♪

♪ Riding on a horse, ha, you can whip your Porsche ♪

♪ I been in the valley ♪

♪ You ain't been up off that porch, now ♪

♪ Can't nobody tell me nothing ♪

♪ You can't tell me nothing ♪

♪ Can't nobody tell me nothing ♪

♪ You can't tell me nothing ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road ♪

♪ I'm gonna ride till I can't no more ♪

♪ Can't nobody tell me nothing ♪

♪ You can't tell me nothing ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road ♪

♪ I'm gonna ride till I can't no more ♪

♪ I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road ♪

♪ I'm gonna ride till I can't no more ♪

♪ I got the ♪♪