All language subtitles for Sliders.S04E17.Data.World.1080p.Peacock.WEB-DL.AAC.2.0.H.264-CHDWEB_track3_[eng]

(SCREAMING)

You know, you
really don't have to
squeeze them that hard.

He's right.

It's probably
why she kicked you.

Cows are very sensitive.

Never again.
I'm not cut out
for farm work.

I like my milk
in a bottle,

or a cow with
a special sauce,
pickles, cheese,

onions...
On a sesame seed bun.

(SCREAMING)

Well, it looks like
another abandoned world, kids.

Well, we're only here
for eight hours.

That's long enough for me.

Well, there's no
population problem.

You guys ever been to
an abandoned world before?

It happens.

It's usually
not that good.

Usually it's not
abandoned. Hey!

Excuse me?

Ma'am?
MAGGIE: Excuse me?

Hello? Hello?

Story of my life.

Hi...
Oh, goodbye!

What, is this a
Michael Jackson video?

Whoa!

Guys, why don't we
head to the Chandler?

MAGGIE: Good idea.
COLIN: Yeah.

Where's Wes Craven?

Oh, what is this,
Scream 3?

Let's see
if they got a room.

(GASPING)

QUINN:
What if you found a portal
to a parallel universe?

What if you could slide into
a thousand different worlds

where it's the same year
and you're the same person,

but everything else
is different?

And what if you can't
find your way home?

ETHEREAL VOICE:Sliders.

Wow.

Whatever those things
were out there
they didn't follow us in.

How did we get in here?

Through the door,
I guess.

Well, did you open it?

Good afternoon and welcome

to the Chandler Resort Spa.

My name is
Archibald Chandler,

founder, owner, manager.

Wait a minute,
all of those hotels.

I never knew that
there was a Chandler.

We'd love a room
for the night. We're
just passing through.

Oh, your usual suite
is ready for you.

And as for just
passing through,

well, we shall see.

Our usual suite?

1215, Mr. Brown.

You'll find
your mini-bar stocked
with your favorite soda.

Miss Beckett,
I'm sure you'll appreciate

the wardrobe that's
been selected for you.

It's all in your suite.

And there is a full array
of athletic activities

and complete equipment,
so that you, Mr. Mallory

and your brother,
should have no trouble
in staying in peak condition.

Wait a minute.
How do you know us?

Oh, my hotel has
a very sophisticated
computer system.

This is all fine and dandy.

But we're just a little
short on cash.

If we could just
get a simple room.

No, I wouldn't hear of it.

Besides, your cash
is no good here.

You mean
everything's free?

Nothing in life is free,
Miss Beckett,

but there is no charge
for your room and
service in this hotel.

At least not in
the traditional sense.

Now, here is a copy
of the schedule of
the week's activities

and on the back
you will find a list of our
rules and regulations.

We can't run a hotel
without rules and regulations,
now can we?

Enjoy your stay
at the Chandler.

Thank you.

What the devil
is going on?

Okay, there's no charge,
but nothing is free.

What does that mean?

I don't care
how sophisticated his
computer system is.

He knows too much about us.

Well, let's see
if the bar is free.

I could really
use a drink.

Your usuals?

You know what we want?

Of course.

Maybe you've
been here before.

Oh, no, I was
thinking about that.

I think we would remember
if we met Mr. Chandler.

Okay, here are the rules.

"Proper dress and decorum
in all public places.

"No belts with suspenders.

"No bow ties, no hats."

Pretty specific dress code.

"No bouffant hairdos
for the ladies."

Fine with me.
"No blue eye shadow."

What? Okay, come on.
These aren't rules,

these are pet peeves.

What kind of
a place is this?

Oh! Almost forgot
the umbrella there,
Mr. Mallory.

Hey, buddy, let me
ask you something.

Hey, call me Jake!

Okay, Jake.

Before we came in here,

outside, there were
people walking around.

People?
More like zombies.

Oh! Yes.
The empties.

We call them the empties.

Nothing up here, get it?
Nasty things.

But don't worry about them.

What happened to them?

Who knows? But don't worry.
They won't come in here.

Mr. Chandler has
very strict rules.

Check this out.
"Do not pop your knuckles.

"Do not use the phrase,

"'Yes, but it's dry heat.'"

Mr. Chandler has
very high standards.

Well, there's a guy who's
not abiding by the rules.

Where?

There was a little
guy right there.

He had a black bag.

Quinn, you're supposed

to finish your beer before
you start hallucinating.

Oh, come on.

Look, I have no
objections to a few rules.

You know, keeping
everything running right.

But this one I just
can't go along with.

"No singing
in public places."

Look, I used to make
a pretty good
living doing that.

Actually, that's
one of the biggies.

Mr. Chandler has
perfect pitch

and if a singer is
just slightly off-key,

it's like nails on
a blackboard to him.

So...

Well, I've got
perfect pitch.

I mean, check this out.

No, no, look...

Who's gonna stop me?

No.

(SINGING)
Cry like a man

Mr. Brown, please!

Hard as I can

(STUTTERING)

MAGGIE:
Rembrandt! Remmy?

Remmy, you all right?

Remmy, what's wrong?

Just lost my breath
there for a minute.

Well, let's get him
up to the room, okay?

COLIN: Yeah.
You should lie down.

Come on.

Wow!

They weren't kidding
about wardrobe.
Look at this.

Remmy, you okay?

Yeah, yeah.
I think so.

It felt like somebody
had their hands
around my throat.

Guys, check this out.

MAN ON TV:
I had a dream.

A dream that
advanced technology
was the key

to a peaceful existence.

And now, the result
is all around you.

Here in the Chandler Resort
every desire and need is met.

No crime.
No violence.
No unhappiness.

No blue eye shadow.

How much time we got?

A little more
than seven hours.

Well, at least
we'll look sharp.

Yeah. Well, there's
something not right about it.

Everybody in here
is perfect.

Everybody out
there is empty.

Look. Walled up.

They don't want us
to see outside?

Or anyone to see in.

Hey, Remmy,
do you remember
where the roof is?

Yeah, if it's
the same as always.

Well, we better
go check it out.

You two wait here.

Okay.

Why don't you keep
an eye out down here?

Give me a shout
if anybody's going up.

CHANDLER:
I see you're still curious
about the outside world.

Of course,
it's not really there.

Well, at least it's there.
Somewhere out there.

But what you see now
is what I let you see.

Are you sure
you want to see it?

Take these and
look down there.

Oh, my God.

That thing out there
looks like me.

What is this place?

Look, why don't we
talk in my office?

(BEEPING)

Nothing in this
hotel is real.

I should have known
that you, of all people,

would pick up
on my little idea.

Would you take
a look at your hand?

Now, you're a part
of the hotel, too.

Hey, Q-Ball!

What's going on, man?

Hey, Q-Ball!

Q-Ball!

Damn, where'd the boy go?

Hey, did Quinn
come in here?

No.
I thought
he was with you?

He was. He went to check out
the situation up on the roof.

I waited for him
at the stairs

and then I went up
and he was gone.

We've got to
get out of here.
Where the devil were you?

I'm not exactly sure.

I'll tell you everything
I know on the way,

but we have got to go.

QUINN:
What happened to the door?

All right.
Let's try the back way.

Chandler was up there.

On the roof?
No. In his office.

(STAMMERING) I mean,
he was on the roof

and then we were
in his office.

JAKE: Hey, folks,
where are you going?

Freaky bartender.

Look, how did you get
past me on the stairs?

I was relocated.

What does that mean?

I don't understand it
very well yet,

but I think we're inside
of some kind of computer.

MAGGIE: What are you talking
about? This is a hotel.

Hey! I missed you.

Want another soda?

This is way too weird.

Let's try the basement
because on some worlds,

there's an elevator that goes
down to the sidewalk outside.

JAKE: See you in a minute.

Uh-huh.

How can we be
in a computer?

I mean, we are here,
aren't we?

This is us, right?

He may be a virtual, and
as for us I do not know yet.

What are we doing
back here?

We went downstairs
over there but we didn't
come up any over here.

Hey! Welcome back!

Somehow this guy
Chandler has created an
entire virtual environment

and we're a part of it.

When I was on the roof,
I saw myself.

What?

Remember what the bartender
called an empty?

Well, I'm pretty sure
that I'm one of them.

Actually, I'm pretty
sure that we all are.

Only six hours to go.

But is this
really the timer?

And is this really
counting down to the slide?

The real timer could
be on my empty,
somewhere out there.

Who knows what
the real time is?

I can't be sure
of anything.

Q-Ball, we've been
through wars, plagues

and all kinds of
greatly warped situations.

But this takes
the virtual cake.

Are you sure you're not
running some kind of fever?

Your brother's
absolutely right.

How you doing?
I'm Quinn.

The name is Mac.

And the game is staying
out of Archibald
Chandler's virtual plan.

Can you help us?

Tell us what's going
on around here?

I probably could.
But not at the moment.

I'll be in touch.

I couldn't help noticing
that you had to
satisfy yourselves

there was no way out.

Yeah, well,
we'll find a way out.

You could bet on that.

Well, no one ever has.

No one ever will.

Now, why don't you
just accept that and enjoy
what we do have here.

Well, I see that
two of you at least

have taken advantage
of the amenities.

Absolutely charming,
Miss Beckett.

I don't know what
the game is here yet.

But believe me,
we don't want to play.

Well, don't
decide that quite yet.

A game may be just
what you need.

Now, why don't you
join me again in
my office, Mr. Mallory?

Oh, and, please,
bring your
friends with you.

"Oh, and, please, bring
your friends with you."

(GROANS)

Your friend Quinn is
beginning to understand

that this hotel is
a digital representation.

A very sophisticated
computer environment.

Everything you see exists
as pure data, not as matter.

Now tell them
the good part.

The same thing
applies to yourselves.

Meaning what?

When you made your
entrance into the lobby,
you were scanned in.

Most of your neural
patterns were translated
into binary code.

Your bodies were measured

and digital models
automatically rendered.

You exist in the same way
that this hotel exists.

I don't care how or why
you built this place

but we don't want to stay.

But look around you.
I mean, everyone
is happy here.

My friends, this is
nothing short of utopia.

My dear, you will never
get sick in here,

you will never get
hurt in here.

You will have
an endless wardrobe.

And best of all,
you won't age a single day.

Now think what
millions would give.

Well, give millions to be
in such a perfect place.

So when Quinn saw
himself on the roof,

he was a...
An empty.

Exactly.

Oh, you four, you have
your empties stumbling
around out there, somewhere.

But I don't.

I exist as pure data.

Well, you're
quite welcome here.

And if you follow the rules,

you can take advantage
of any of our services.

But please don't waste
your time trying to leave,
will you?

I see that you play chess.

You noticed.

Yes. It's one of my passions.
Why, do you play?

Bobby Fischer was my idol.

Oh, well then
we might enjoy
a game sometime.

Challenging opponents
are hard to find.

It'd be my pleasure.

What was that all about?

Yeah, playing chess
with that guy?

I'm just buying some time.
We gotta find that little guy.

What was his name?
Mac.

He's got the keyboard.
It could be our
only way out of here.

What's going on?
Where are we?

You're in the junk directory.
Home of deleted files.

A good place to hide.

And how did we get here?

He just changed our
location to this directory.

Very good.

I put these together
from junk I found down here.

So far this is
the state of what I like
to call my art.

You're not like the others.

You don't even
dress like them.

I like to be comfortable.

Besides, I'm just good at
staying out of Chandler's way.

I recommend
you do the same.

You're just binary code now.
He doesn't like something,

he'll just change it
to suit him.

Or delete it.

Write over you,
you'll be dead.

How can he have
that much power?

We gave it to him.

He created this
resort as a haven

when the anti-tech movement
started a few years back.

I'm a hacker.

People like me
needed a place to go.

Place seemed
like heaven at first.

So what happened?

We got lazy.

Like here,
it was too easy.

That touch screen of his
used to be only be
used for emergencies.

Maintenance.

He got so many
requests to fix this,
change that.

He just
started controlling
the environment at will.

Decided to make it just
the way he wanted it.

That's why all those rules.

Everybody here is afraid
to think a bad thought.

MAGGIE: Don't tell me
he can read minds.

If he wanted to, he could
probably be your mind.

He's right.

Think the wrong thing,

he might even give you
a headache or worse.

So he caused you to
choke when you sang.

That's right.
It's a good thing you don't
use blue eye shadow.

But you said
you were a hacker.

Isn't there something
you could do
to protect yourself?

Go offline?

There is no offline.

Everything is virtual here.

We're just icons.

I pieced this together
from the discard file.

It can do a few things,

but it can't compare
with Chandler's rig.

This is his world, man.

We just live in it
the best we can.

Maybe it's time
to change that.

Look, I already went
head to head with this guy.

I'm not about to
make the same mistake.

QUINN: Well, hey!
MAGGIE: Wait a minute!

Hang on a second.

We can't go up against
him by ourselves.

At least you have
the know-how,
the technology.

And if you can't make
your rig strong enough
to fight Chandler,

we have somebody
who may be able to.

Not a chance. Trust me.

Just lie low.

And enjoy what's
left of your life.

Whoa! Wait a minute!

How are we supposed
to get back?

Just start walking.

All directions lead back
to the lobby.

What do we do now?

Well, at least
we got a computer.

Well, can you make it work?

I think so.
Mr. Chandler loves his
little rules and regulations.

Let's see if I can
make some changes.

All right, Colin,
what do they say now?

"All men must wear bow ties.

"Blue eye shadow is required.

"Everyone must sing
in public places."

Give it a shot, Remmy.

MAGGIE: Hey, yeah,
Rem. Come on.

No way.
MAGGIE: Come on, Remmy.

Come on, Rembrandt.

All right. All right.

(SINGING)
I'm sinking

In an ocean of tears

Not bad, huh?

And I feel like I've been
singing for years

Yeah!
Take that, Mr. Chandler!

Yes! All right, guys,

we've got four hours
to figure out a way out
of here in time to slide.

None of you is
going anywhere.

(STATIC BUZZING)

What's happening?

I don't know.

I'm stuck.
I can't move my feet.

I see my little friend, Mac,
has been in touch with you.

He was only trying
to help us.

Mac is a troublemaker
but he is fairly harmless.

I let him roam through

the junk files simply
because it amuses me.

But I had expected
better of you.

I was even
beginning to like you.

And as for you,

when I say no singing,
that's exactly what I mean.

Look, you have no right
to tell me what to do.

(STUTTERING)

You're choking him!

He's sorry.

(STAMMERING)
He'll stop singing!

If you hurt him,
so help me God,
I will kill...

(STUTTERING)

This is a peaceful resort.

Violence of any kind is
strictly prohibited here.

And you, young lady,
no longer have a place here.

And when things
have no place here,

I simply delete them.

(YELPS)

Maggie.

In fact, none
of you belong here.

(BEEPING)

She's gone.
Where is she?

You bring her
back right now!

Oh, no,
that's not possible.

Well, you'd better
make it possible.

Why should I?

You're all so
dreadfully noisy.

(STAMMERING) He can't.
There's no undelete
command in the system.

At least I didn't see it.

Mr. Mallory is quite correct.

If I let you speak,
will you promise
to behave quietly?

(GASPING)

(PANTING)

Mr. Chandler,

I vehemently apologize
for our behavior

and I promise that
we will obey all of your
rules from now on.

Now, fellows, this is
Mr. Chandler's hotel

and there is nothing
we can do to change that.

There is nothing we can
do to bring Maggie back.

We just have to live
with and accept that.

We should do nothing

to threaten

our deletion.

Well spoken,
Mr. Mallory.

Very well, you can stay.
But always remember

I shall be watching you.

Perhaps it's time for that
game of chess we discussed.

As you wish.

Very well.

I'll be expecting you.

Have you lost your mind?

This is the part
where my brother
always has a plan.

You do have a plan,
don't you?

He didn't kill Maggie
because she doesn't exist.

None of us do.

Look, I'm not following you.
But that's not news.

I think I can get her back

and get us all back
into our bodies.

If I can only get deeper
into the system.

Now, this chess game might
be my chance for that.

Now, I'm going to distract
him while you guys

go and find Mac
and see if
he will help us out.

Come in.

Oh, Mr. Mallory,
I'm so glad you could join me.

Would you forgive me
for a moment while I just
iron out a few glitches?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING ON SCREEN)

So your little world
isn't so perfect.

Well, no world is, really.

But this one
comes very close.

From time to time
any computer

will develop
little variants.

Sometimes I think this
has a mind of its own.

Needs constant
maintenance.

Shall we play?

Now, as you are my guest,

why don't you play white?

Pretty cool.

Traditional opening.

Just wait and see.

Petroff.

Kieseritsky played black.

Paris, 1845.

I would have said 1846.

Pretty ambitious.

Oh, I always think big,
Mr. Mallory.

You know, we spoke
before of utopia.

Down through the ages,
man has tried

and failed to create
such a thing.

Utopia comes
from the Greek,
meaning "no place."

This perfect world
exists simply because

it doesn't exist at all.

Almost perfect world.

I would've thought
pawn to queen three

was a compulsory
move there.

I like to work
without a net.

Try and talk now.

Boy, Chandler really
did a number on you.

That's not all he did.
He deleted Maggie.

I'm sorry.
Try talking now.

(IN SQUEAKY VOICE)
What? What is this?

I don't sound
anything like this.

Yes. That's it!
That's it right there.

Okay. Yeah.

Would you care
for a dish of tea?

I'm fine.

It is Earl Grey and Ceylon.

A perfect combination.

It was one of
the first things
I saw to.

You said before that
you did not have an empty
on the outside world.

In your world,
have you heard

of a Spanish explorer
named Cortez
who conquered Mexico?

Yes.

When Cortez
landed in Veracruz,

he burned all his
ships in the harbor

to show his men there
was no way back.

I destroyed all
my bodily containers

when I created this world.

Everything I want,

everything I need

is right here.

(EXCLAIMS) You should've
seen that, Mr. Mallory.

I saw it.

Quinn's gone to play
chess with Chandler.

Do you think we can
look in on them?

Sure.

(BEEPING)

I don't get this.

It's just a game.

He said he might get
a way to get deeper
into Chandler's system.

I doubt it.

All his personal files are
protected from invasion.

Well, if they can
be invaded,

Q-Ball's the guy
that can do it.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Something wrong,
Mr. Mallory?

No, I'm fine.

I was curious about
something you have.

It appears to be a timing
device of some sort.

How did you know that?

Oh, I already know
a great deal about you
and your friends,

and, of course,
the longer you stay here,

the more time I shall
have to learn even more.

What's wrong
with my brother?

He's starting to
look a little queasy.

It's bound to happen.

Chandler's getting
into his mind.

Thanks to you,

my timer is no
good to anyone.

Like everything
else in this world,

it's a useless
digital representation.

I'm intrigued
by its design.

It seems capable of producing
a gravitational rift.

Perhaps a rift
powerful enough

to create and function
as a gateway.

Where does it go?

Hey, Quinn?
Another star system?

Another universe perhaps?

What we do,

what we used to do,

it's called "sliding."

And it is something
that you will never,
ever be able to do

as long as you exist
only as data.

Oh, that's where
you're wrong, Mr. Mallory.

You see, I can explore
those worlds through you.

(SCREAMING)

What are you doing to me?

I'm downloading your
memory, Mr. Mallory.

I shall be able to see
everything you've seen.

(SCREAMING)

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

You've gotta do something.

Maybe I can write
an encryption.

What would that do?

It'll put your files
in a code

so that Chandler
can't get to it.

Just for a time, though.

Eventually,
he'll crack the code

and we'll be back
where we started.

It's better than nothing.

FEMALE VOICE ON TV:
Access denied.

Encrypted file.

Now, let's see if we can
get him down here with us.

(BEEPING)

How much time have we got?

Not much.
But I'll hold him off
as long as I can.

But he's got power
on his side.

All right.
Well, we've got
to find Maggie.

How? I mean,
Mac says she's gone.

The entry to the
files is right there.

She was deleted less
than an hour ago.
She can't be that far.

I'm sorry to bring
you from your work

but I do need your help.

One of the files
has got out of control
in the system.

A virus?

Oh, no, no,
nothing like that.

But I do need you
to run a search

and rein in
our new citizens.

Oh, no, not again,
Mr. Chandler.

Now let me see.

What icon shall I select?

(EXCLAIMS)
How about Thor?

Thor? Do I have to?

You remember
the last time.

(SNARLING)

Good.

Now go to work,
will you?

Look, if we do find her,

how do we know
it's Maggie?
I don't know.

But I'm hoping that
we recognize something.
Just keep looking.

Chandler's trying to hack
in on our encryption code.

No, you have
got to hold him off.

I'm picking up
some weird data.

Looks like he's sending
someone after us.

Who?

I'm not sure yet.

But they're
awfully big files.

Guys, I found her.

REMBRANDT:
Yeah, that's Maggie.
But what do we do with her?

Chandler has compressed her.

I need to find
a decompression
program in here.

Okay.

Okay, I'm getting close.
I'm getting close.

I've got her.

Whoa!

You look good, Maggie.

What did you do?

(IN MAGGIE'S VOICE)
Yeah, Quinn,
what did you do?

I think what happened
is that Chandler

cracked Rembrandt's code
at the same moment

I was re-digitizing Maggie.

Yeah, so...

What do we do now?

(IN MAGGIE'S VOICE)
Does this mean that
Chandler still controls me?

Not at the moment.

I'll give you a new code.

But time's pretty
short in here.

Okay, boy genius,
what's the plan?

No offense, Remmy,
but I don't want to go through
the rest of my life like this.

I've heard of getting in touch
with your feminine side,
but this is too much.

All right, I just have to
reconfigure Maggie's icon.

REMBRANDT: Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hold on there, now.

Wait a minute.
Now wait till Quinn
figures something out.

Until he does,
you just keep your
hands to yourself.

I mean, keep
your hands off yourself.

What's the matter, Remmy?

Got some secrets you don't
want me to know about?

Yeah, you doggone straight.

All right. All right.
All right. This should do it.

(GROANS)

Good to have you back!

It is good to be back.

No offense, Rem,
but I just prefer
my own body.

Me too, Maggie!

MAC: Uh-oh!

What?

What is it?

We better find
a better place to hide.

QUINN: Well,
what is he doing?

He's sending
Thor and Freya.

A couple of
combat action figures.

He calls them
from time to time

to take care of
programs that misbehave.

Well, why wouldn't he
just delete us like
he did Maggie?

I guess he just enjoys
watching his gangsters
beat up on people.

Come on,
I've got to find

an out-of-the-way directory
we can hide in.

No, no, no, no, no.

We can't hide
from Chandler forever.

We could try.

I told you,
it's crazy to go up
against this guy.

No, no, no.
Listen, we have got to
go up against this guy.

It's the only chance
my friends and I have
of getting out of this place.

You are really
asking for it.

Me, I'm going undercover.

No, you are coming
with us because I need
you on that keyboard.

Against Chandler?

Yes.

There's only one sure
way to lose to this guy.

And that is not to fight him.

(GROANING)

We gotta do something.
We've gotta help him.

Okay, okay, okay.

Mac, a little help!

Give him some weapons
or something!

Weapons? Okay.

Good.
There.

Sword!

Okay, I guess
I want a hammer.

Oh!

If he ain't kosher,
this ain't gonna stop him.

No, hammer, hammer!
I only heard "ham."

Come on, Thor,
you can show them.

Come on, Mac!
I said, "Hammer," man!

COLIN: Rembrandt,
you all right?

(SCREAMING)

Splendid!

Get him, farm boy,
get him!

Come on, now.
Careful. Careful.

Colin, watch out!

Help him! Do something!

I'm going!

(SHOUTING)

Colin!
Yes!

Damn!

Come on, now.

Yes!

Damn!

Right! Where did you
learn to fight like that?

Thanks for the sword, Mac.

Yeah, and the ham.

It worked.

Damnation!

This one is mine!

Hold on! Not yet!

Get her, Maggie!

Never the face, bitch!

(WHOOPING)

Very nice.

I'm not doing it.

(SCREAMING)

Damn!

Yes!

Come on.
We gotta get out of here!

Okay, now, to get us outside
and back into our bodies.

There's got to be a way
to break this link.

Well, if they want a fight,
they're certainly
going to get it.

Yeah, baby.

Okay, that should do it.

We'll all be out
of here in a second.

What about Chandler?
Won't he come after us?

He told me
he destroyed his empty.

When I disconnect him here,
he's gone for good.

All right.

Checkmate.

Mr. Mallory,

you win.

MAN: Hey!

Holy smoke! Holy smoke!
Guys, get up.

Get up, guys! Get up!

Five more minutes, Mom.

No, no, no, we don't
have five minutes!

We slide in seven seconds!
Get up!

How did we
pass out like that?

I don't know.
But we almost
missed the slide!

I feel a whole lot better.

Sliding makes me sleepy.

Did you just have
a really weird dream?

Where have I seen
those guys before?