(soft intense music)
(rooster crowing)
(gun blasting)
- Aw, God.
I'm never drinking Chug Splash again.
(sighs) Where am I?
- Did we for real go on a
Slurp juice bender last night?
I woke up with 900 pounds of
steel I must have harvested.
- Geez, I don't remember anything.
- Oh God, my eyes!
I've gone blind!
Oh God, I can't believe this!
- Jesus, I consider myself lucky.
No injuries or any major surprises.
- Good morning sweetie.
- Who are you?
- I'm Malice, your wife.
We got married last night.
- What?
- Wow.
Looks like Tanner literally
made a deal with the devil.
You hate to see it.
- Yep, and you told me
after this Battle Royale
you'd move to Hell with me
and live there for eternity.
- Oh my God.
- [Roach] I still can't see!
- Okay, there's gotta be something
behind this huge stockpile
of steel you've got.
- What, a girl can't collect some steel?
- Freeze, dirt bags!
- Sheriff Hopper, this is probably just
some big misunderstanding.
- Nope.
We caught your girl
destroying over 100 cars.
A lot of them cop cars too.
That's how she got all this steel.
- Well there had to be
a good reason right?
- Roach, you're talking to a tree.
- Look Sheriff, I apologize
for any harm that I caused,
but don't you have some
sort of demogorgon to fight?
- Ha, demogorgon.
This goes much farther than, ah!
- Nobody move.
Are you with the rebellion?
- These are the ones,
the ones from last night.
- Fishstick is that you?
- You guys better come with us.
- Okay, so a lighthouse?
What the hell does this
have to do with anything?
- Follow us, we're going up.
(metal clanks)
Here's how your friend went blind.
- Wow, Roach must've looked
directly into the spotlight.
- And you were collecting steel
to build an interstellar defense base.
- Defending from what?
(lightsabers buzzing)
- All right, on the count of three,
we're gonna blast our way in there.
One.
(explosion booming)
- What happened?
Did everything go according to plan?
- Where's the cube?
Take us to the cube!
- Dude, you're like five seasons late.
- Aw man!
If it's me y'all looking for,
y'all ain't gonna take me alive!
- Get 'em!
(metal clanking)
- Y'all box of zinc ass
ain't never gonna catch me.
- Ah, (beep).
- Hang on, let's head to the lighthouse
and shine it at the aliens
so it throws off their ship.
Oh no, I forgot I'm blind!
- Don't worry, Lil' Kev.
I've got your back.
- My visibility is compromised!
- Well, yeah.
You've only got one eye.
(explosion booming)
- Great job, sweetie.
- Jeez, are you still here?
- Man, I changed into my Remedy skin
and didn't even get to heal anybody.
Actually.
(upbeat rock music)
