(warm synth music)
(eerie synth music)
(moody synth music)
(vending machine whirs)
- Shit.
(Hiscock sighs)
(vending machine whirs)
God damn!
(vending machine buzzes)
(vending machine clacks)
(vending machine buzzes)
(Hiscock sighs)
(vending machine whirs)
(vending machine clangs)
(vending machine whirs)
Good boy.
(keypad bleeps)
(vending machine whirs)
You have got to be kidding me.
(foot thuds)
(vending machine rattles)
(Hiscock grunts)
(vending machine thumps)
(Hiscock grunts) (eerie music)
(rustling)
(moody synth music)
Working late again, Dr. Hiscock?
Yes, Dr. Hiscock.
Since there's nothing else to do in your boring little life.
Careful, Doc.
You keep talking to yourself,
you're gonna need to see a real doctor.
(chips crunching)
Maybe it's finally time to get a pet.
Oh, wait. No.
I've already got triceratops at home.
A big fat beastie with three horns.
Only thing she left me after the divorce. (chuckles)
Triceratops? Sure, yeah.
Could really use one of those.
- Hold it right there. (ominous music)
Working late again, Professor?
What? Are you famished?
- Midnight munchies.
- You gotta be careful with those.
You're round enough already.
- Goodnight to you too, sir.
- Hey, Hiscock.
(eerie music)
(clip clacks)
Boo!
(guard chuckles)
I'll see ya.
(guard whistles cheerfully)
(plastic bag rustles)
- Butt hole.
(moody synth music)
(door clicks open)
(Hiscock sniffs)
What's that smell? (sniffs)
Something.
Well, hello there.
(eerie music)
What do we have here?
(soda can pops)
(Hiscock sighs)
Where's my God damn phone?
(drawer scrapes)
I left it right here.
Or in the car.
Hell with it. Don't need it much these days, anyhow, do I?
Okay.
(watch clicks)
Exhibit number 25003.
Found in the Pyramid of the Moon
at the ancient city Teoteqokan in the valley of Mexico,
the top part is crowned by a head that looks like a dragon,
on an ugly version of an axolotl salamander,
probably dedicated to the Aztec God Xolotl.
The pyramid appears to be more Egyptian than South American.
Possible connection there.
Carbon dating could be a good idea.
Dimensions, 25.5 by 32 inches.
Under 41 pounds.
Made of stone.
Collected a lot of residue.
Requiring cleaning.
(watch clicks)
And that...
(upbeat music)
Is exactly what we're gonna do.
(chips crunching)
(drill buzzes)
(upbeat music continues)
(drill buzzes)
(Hiscock snores)
(Hiscock snores and whines)
(thunder claps)
(Hiscock pants)
Oh!
Done.
(Hiscock yawns)
Done for the night.
(Hiscock sighs)
(bones cracking)
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
(Hiscock yawns)
Hello, beautiful.
Am I getting lucky tonight?
(Hiscock grunts)
(brooding synth music)
(keyboard clacks)
Hey.
Not such a bad night after all.
Sooner or later, I'm gonna crack you, sweetie.
(Hiscock chuckles)
(Hiscock grunts)
(Hiscock sighs)
(Hiscock yawns)
(ominous music)
What the hell?
(soda can clacks)
(ominous music continues)
(Hiscock chuckles)
This keeps getting better and better.
(ominous music continues)
Tricky little sucker!
(pliers clacking)
Get you...
Got ya!
(ominous percussion)
(skull creaking and groaning)
What is that?
(suspenseful music)
(flashlight clicks)
No way.
(flashlight clicks)
(Hiscock gasps)
Shit.
(Hiscock grunts)
(ominous music)
(Hiscock pants)
What the hell?
(ominous music continues)
(door creaks)
(metal gears rattling)
(metal object thumps)
(suspenseful music)
(flashlight clicks)
(eerie music)
(object thumps)
That's what weighed 40 pounds?
What's this made of? Plutonium?
(ominous music)
(sparks crackling)
(Hiscock gasps)
(metal object clacks)
(Hiscock groans)
It's warm.
(buttons clicking)
(Geiger counter clicking)
And radioactive?
Shit!
(suspenseful music)
(Hiscock scoffs)
(eerie music)
The exhibit appears to be a hollow stone casket,
holding a decorative tablet.
Probably made of uranium or some other heavy metal.
It consists of two sides, held together by
an electromagnetic force.
Pattern...
Markings don't appear to be any Toltec, Mayan,
Aztec pattern known to me.
(chuckles) It's probably from another cult.
What the hell?
I gotta stop drinking this stuff.
(Hiscock gulps)
(chips crunching)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(intense eerie music)
(Hiscock groans)
Damn it!
(Hiscock groans)
(ominous music)
Hello?
(plastic bag rustles)
(chips crunching)
(flashlight clicks)
(eerie music continues)
(flashlight clicks)
(eerie music continues)
Screw this.
(intense eerie music)
(Hiscock grunts)
(suspenseful music)
Come on.
Come on, sesame. Open up.
Come on. (eerie whispering tones)
(eerie music continues)
(Hiscock groans) (eerie whispering tones)
(dirt crunches under footsteps)
(Hiscock pants)
(entity snarls)
(Hiscock pants) (eerie music continues)
(gun fires rapidly)
(Hiscock pants)
(entity snarls) (ominous synth music)
(Hiscock pants)
(Hiscock groans)
(Hiscock grunts)
You stay here.
(entity growls)
(ominous synth music)
(Hiscock pants)
(ominous music continues)
(suspenseful music)
(Hiscock grunts)
Okay.
Okay, okay, okay!
Come on. Work, you son of a bitch!
(ominous music)
Okay, okay, okay. Come on.
Come on, this can't be happening. This can't be real!
Come on, come on, come on!
(entity snarls)
(Hiscock pants) (dark music)
(chains rattling)
Hello?
(entity snarls)
(ominous music)
(Hiscock pants)
What the fuck?
(Xolotl snarls)
(Xolotl growls) (Hiscock screams)
(Xolotl snarls)
(Xolotl roars)
(Hiscock pants)
No, please!
No!
(Xolotl speaks indistinctly)
(Xolotl snarls)
Oh.
You can talk.
(Xolotl speaks indistinctly)
I'm sorry. I don't know what you mean.
But whatever I did, I'm really sorry.
(Xolotl growls)
(Hiscock pants)
Look, I'm just visiting here.
I tell you what.
You tell me how to get outta here,
you'll never see me again, I promise!
(Xolotl speaks indistinctly)
What do you want from me?
(footsteps thumping) (chains rattling)
(Xolotl snarls)
(Hiscock screams) (dark music)
(Hiscock screams)
(chain rattles)
(Xolotl snarls) (chain rattles)
(Xolotl snarls)
(ominous music)
(Hiscock groans)
(sparks crackling)
(Hiscock screams)
(Hiscock pants) (Xolotl speaks indistinctly)
I don't know what you mean!
(Hiscock pants)
(sparks crackling)
(Hiscock screams)
(Xolotl speaks indistinctly)
What do you want from me?
(Hiscock pants) (Xolotl snarls)
(sparks crackling) (Hiscock screams)
(Xolotl speaks indistinctly) (Hiscock pants)
Whatever it is, I don't have it!
(Hiscock pants) (footsteps thumping)
(chains rattling)
(Xolotl snarls)
(ominous music continues)
(Hiscock pants)
(footsteps thumping) (Xolotl pants)
(Hiscock screams)
(Xolotl roars)
(footsteps thumping)
(tense music) (chains rattling)
(suspenseful music)
(chain rattles)
(Xolotl roars)
(tense music)
(Hiscock groans)
(Xolotl growls)
(Xolotl roars)
(tense music continues)
(Xolotl roars)
(Hiscock pants)
(tense music continues)
(Hiscock pants)
(dirt crunches under footsteps)
(suspenseful music)
(dirt crunches under footsteps)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Hiscock grunts) (wheel squeaks)
(door creaks)
(water drips)
(footsteps clacking)
(Hiscock grunts) (wheel squeaks)
(door thumps) (Hiscock screams)
(Hiscock pants)
(Hiscock wheezes)
(ominous music)
(Hiscock wheezes) (tense music)
(door slams)
(wind rumbles)
(Hiscock wheezes) (heartbeat thumps)
(Hiscock pants)
(footsteps thumping)
(eerie music)
(Xolotl snarls)
(Hiscock pants)
(sparks crackling)
(explosion thumps)
(Xolotl growls) (sparks crackling)
(Hiscock pants)
(hurried footsteps clacking)
(Hiscock pants)
(eerie music)
(Hiscock mumbles)
(flashlight clicks)
(Hiscock screams)
(fist thuds)
(body thumps)
(Hiscock gasps)
(groans) Nightmare.
(Hiscock groans)
(moans) I gotta quit smoking pot.
- [Stranger] I wouldn't mind a hit right now.
- Who said that?
(flashlight clicks)
(Hiscock gasps)
- Shut up!
It can hear better than it can see!
(flashlight clicks)
- You're...
- You.
I mean, I'm me, but I'm also you too.
- Okay.
First, I get zapped into these mines.
Then that thing that looks like some Xolotl
from an Aztec nightmare shows up.
And now you.
- It is Xolotl.
- What? How do you know?
- I asked him.
- I said, "Excuse me.
Aren't you Xolotl from Aztec religion?"
And he goes, "Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
I'm just a guy in a costume,
'cause it's Halloween on freaking Mars."
- Mars.
The surface.
How do you know that was Mars?
- Because I've been in the moon since then.
And you know what?
I think I saw your ugly mug up there.
- I've never been to the moon.
- Not yet.
- What do you mean?
- Shut up.
I don't have time. I need to think.
Light speed.
The time is divided by...
That gives us about a 20-minute gap.
- Look, I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to-
- Give me those.
(plastic bag rustles)
(chips crunching)
Oh.
I used the tablet from Xolotl's chamber.
- How? it didn't work.
- You have to use the opposite side.
- Oh.
- It dropped me onto the moon's surface.
- How did you survive?
Look at my face, dick wad.
(flashlight clicks) - Ooh.
Ow!
(flashlight clicks)
Well, at least you don't have a black eye.
- But the space vacuum jump-started my brain.
Now I know I need to turn the damn thing to jump back.
(Hiscock sighs)
There's one more thing.
I saw what was up there.
I think he tried to scream something.
- What?
The vacuum's dangerous, especially for the brain.
You were probably hallucinating.
- Oh, please. I'm here now, aren't I?
(suspenseful music)
- Hey.
The tablet from the lab is still here.
We can use it to get home!
- At first I thought I went straight back,
but something didn't feel right.
This time, it was as if the beast had never been chasing me.
Like it had never even happened.
And the tablet was gone, too. Just poof.
Vanished.
And then I hear you chattering away with El Monstro.
- You mean you got away, too?
- Yeah, I ran.
Then I used a tablet, which sent me to the moon and back.
Back to the past.
To the time before I was sent here from Earth.
- I need a smoke.
- Now you're talkin'.
- Well, how is that even possible? Is it a time machine?
- (scoffs) Don't ask me. I'm just visiting.
But if it is some sort of instant teleporter,
then it's faster than the speed of a light.
- Right.
Because...
If time is slowing down closer to the speed of light,
then theoretically,
if exceeded,
it goes backward.
- Bingo.
Hey.
I'm not as dumb as you look.
- But wait, what about my mass?
It would grow and then go to infinity.
- Oh, I don't think you need any help
in that department, chubs.
No, no, no.
I don't think the tablet moves you.
I think it shreds you to atoms,
reads and scans 'em,
and sends 'em back here to generate
some quantum teleportation shit, faster than light.
- (exhales) That's heavy, man.
I knew I died when I saw that demon.
What do you think it's doing out here?
- Ask it yourself. It's your turn.
He was probably on his way to some wild Aztec
sacrificial party but found your fat ass teleported here.
- All right, here's a question.
If you saved me, who saved you?
- Nobody. I mean, nobody grabbed me.
I got the tablet and I decoyed the beast
with some helpful jerky.
Speaking of. Give me.
(plastic bag rustles)
(Hiscock sighs)
That thing's probably starved after 500 years.
- Did you put the pen knife under the chair?
- No, but I saw that arrow too.
- So that means there's gotta be...
- A third butt hole.
Namely you and me.
- have you seen him?
- Nope.
- Well, why is he hiding?
- Ask yourself.
- Well, we gotta find him.
- (scoffs) Listen, creepazoid.
I don't have time for some bullshit manhunt, all right?
And if we do manage to make it back,
I'm not splitting the jackpot three ways.
- What jackpot?
- The...
The lottery, dumb ass.
(flashlight clicks)
We go back, just in time to buy the right ticket.
(flashlight clicks)
- Dude!
I knew I was an asshole, but not on that level!
How could you even think about something like that,
right now?
- I think you know.
- Okay.
What's the plan?
- We go back to the moon.
- Hell no!
- No, that's fine.
Why don't you stay here with your new friend Xolotl?
- Okay, you convinced me. Then what?
- We go back to the moon and back to the past.
We wait for the next one of us to arrive,
intercept the tablet, use it to jump back.
- Well, what about the next of us?
Should we take 'em with us?
- Meh. Leave 'em here.
They'll have a little adventure.
They'll find the knife and escape anyway.
- You're a real prick, you know that?
- (scoffs) Time is a great teacher.
But it kills all its students.
You know I could've very well have left
your fat ass back here, but I didn't.
Hell, I don't even know if the tablet works for two.
- All right, let's do it. You still got the moon tablet?
- No. It vanished.
Looks like it's a round-trip ticket.
- How are you planning on getting past
our grumpy old friend?
- Same way I did before.
We outsmart him.
Give me your watch.
(ominous music) (Hiscock pants)
- How do you know this is gonna work?
- Shut up! It worked before, stupid.
(ominous music continues)
- He's not here.
Good.
- How do you know it's not a her?
You're not sexist, am I?
Hey, she might like ya. She...
Wait. I think it's close.
(device chimes rhythmically)
- So we won't need your trick.
- We'll see.
Should be any minute now.
- Didn't your buddy react to this the last time?
- It did.
Maybe it's further down in the tunnels.
- What do we do? - We do it.
When we get to the moon, breathe out, or you'll explode.
- Thanks for the tip.
(gravel crunches under footsteps)
- Come on!
Hurry up, dumb
(head thumps)
(ominous music)
Oops.
(footsteps thumping)
(Xolotl growls)
(Xolotl pants)
(Xolotl growls)
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
(Hiscock pants) (water drips)
(Hiscock grunts)
(Hiscock pants)
- Great job, Hiscock. Great job.
You're gonna die on this miserable planet!
God!
I told you not to work late.
I told you to start working out, but you didn't listen!
Shut up!
Shut up.
Just quit talkin' to yourself.
Keep your shit together.
Okay, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?
(Hiscock pants)
(eerie music continues)
I gotta get back to the past.
Find him before a new me arrives.
We get the tablet, we get back home,
and we get that damn lottery ticket.
How am I supposed to get past that fossilized piece of shit?
(plastic bag rustles)
The old me says this attracts the beast.
(Hiscock chuckles)
Snacks.
You never let me down.
(ominous music)
(Hiscock pants)
(ominous music continues)
(gravel crunches under footsteps)
(Hiscock pants)
(gravel crunches)
Okay, stone.
Bring me luck.
(stones crumbling)
(distant demonic roaring)
(footsteps thumping)
(ominous music)
(distant demonic roaring)
(footsteps thumping)
(Hiscock groans)
(Xolotl roars) (tense music)
Where's my glasses?
(Hiscock pants)
(Xolotl roars) (Hiscock pants)
(hurried footsteps clacking)
(Xolotl growls)
(Hiscock groans)
(hurried footsteps clacking)
(Xolotl growls)
(Hiscock pants)
Other side, God damn it.
(Xolotl roars)
(Hiscock pants) (footsteps thumping)
(Xolotl roars) (dramatic synth music)
(intense eerie music)
(Hiscock screams)
(Hiscock pants)
(Hiscock gasps)
(Hiscock sighs)
Nightmare.
- I wish it was.
(eerie music)
- You're alive!
- Excuse me?
- Long story.
- Oh, I got all the time in the world. Enlighten me.
- How'd I get here?
- I found your fat ass lying in the catacombs like bait.
You weigh a ton, dude. You've gotta lose the weight, man.
- First thing I'm gonna do when we get back.
- I'm not going anywhere with you.
- What? You don't wanna split the lottery?
- What lottery?
- (chuckles) Didn't think about that part yet, did ya?
- Okay, you're gonna tell me what's going on,
or else I'm gonna feed you that thing.
- Sorry.
I'm you.
I mean...
I'm me.
But I'm also you, too.
- Yeah. I got that part already.
What do you think I am? A retard?
- Look, the trick is the tablet sends you back in time,
through teleporting.
- Oh.
So, that explains...
I saw you on the moon.
You tried to scream something.
- That wasn't me.
You saw the third one. Well, the very first one.
The one who planted the knife.
- You didn't do that?
- No, but I saw you teleported, right before me.
- "Third one."
Interesting.
What's with the shiner?
- Uh...
You gave me that.
- (chuckles) Probably for a good reason.
What did you mean by me being alive?
- Let's not talk about that.
- No.
Let's.
- - Let's just say, in the future,
you have a little accident.
- Beast?
- Yeah.
- Crap.
- Wanna change the subject?
- Got a smoke?
- Uh, no, but...
I got this.
- That'll do.
But how do we get back? Couldn't find the tablet.
- You gotta start thinking in the past, man.
It's not here yet.
- Okay. When?
- Well, I'm not sure.
How long was I out?
- Well, I don't know.
Maybe half an hour?
- Crap! Why didn't you tell me?
- You didn't ask!
(distant screaming)
- Shit! We're late!
- I can hear that. (Xolotl growls)
- Come on! (tense music)
I think I know what he's saying.
- It's "Where is it?" in Aztec. Don't be a smart ass.
- Sorry. Had to try.
There it is!
- Stop talking, moron.
- Oh, shit. Hide!
(tense music continues)
(Hiscock pants)
There he is!
(Hiscock pants)
Hey! We're here!
(Hiscock pants)
Hey! Stop!
(tense music continues)
- Why is he running? - To get to the tablet first.
Obviously. - Why?
- To go back alone, stupid!
- He wants to steal it from us?
- I would!
- Run faster, fat brains!
(tense music continues)
- Stop!
Idiot!
(Hiscock pants)
Got you, you crook!
- I'm sorry.
(ominous music)
(demonic screeching)
(Hiscock pants)
- What an asshole!
(sparks crackling)
- Last time, you called him a butthole-
- Well, he exceeded my expectations.
What are we gonna do now?
Right.
- Oh, not again.
(tense music)
(Hiscock pants)
(demonic screeching)
- Should we save him? - Wanna try?
- Nope.
- He'll find that knife. Remember?
- Yeah. Let's do it.
(Hiscock grunts)
Okay.
(tablet clacks)
(Xolotl roars)
Are you kidding me?
(Hiscock grunts)
- You bastard!
(Xolotl roars)
Stop, you idiot! (Hiscock pants)
Trying to dump me, Brutus?
(Xolotl roars)
- Don't stand there like a lemon.
(footsteps thumping)
(sparks crackling)
(ominous music)
(Hiscock screams)
(Hiscock pants)
(energy buzzing)
Damn it!
(Hiscock pants) (dark music)
(Hiscock pants)
- Hello?
(Hiscock pants)
- Screw this.
(Hiscock pants)
(Hiscock grunts)
- Come on.
Come on, sesame. Open up.
(Xolotl roars) (ominous music continues)
(Xolotl snarls)
(Xolotl roars)
(Hiscock pants)
(ominous music)
(Xolotl snarls)
(Hiscock pants)
(Xolotl snarls)
(Hiscock pants)
(Xolotl snarls)
(Hiscock pants)
(Xolotl snarls)
(Hiscock pants)
(Xolotl snarls)
(Hiscock pants)
- [Hiscock] Hey! We're here!
Hey, stop!
(tense synth music)
(Hiscock pants)
Stop!
You idiot!
(Hiscock pants)
Got you, you crook!
(Hiscock pants)
- I'm sorry.
(demonic screeching)
(electricity buzzes)
(Hiscock groans)
(suspenseful music)
(Hiscock pants)
(soda can pops)
(Hiscock gulps)
(Hiscock pants)
What a trip.
Who needs LSD, these days?
(Hiscock groans)
(eerie music)
Nope.
No way.
I'm sending you back tomorrow.
(Hiscock sighs)
Yes.
We made it. There's still time.
I gotta piss.
(eerie music continues)
Number two didn't make it back twice.
You should've given him the tablet.
Then what?
You wouldn't have survived your third jump to the moon.
Stop whining.
What's done is done.
Yeah, right.
(door creaks)
(door thuds)
(fly unzips)
(urine splashes)
(door creaks)
(door thuds)
(fly unzips)
(Hiscock sniffs)
- Dude.
You need a shower.
(urine splashes) (Hiscock exhales)
(Hiscock moans)
(Hiscock sighs)
(Hiscock whistles)
Ooh, la, la, la, la!
La, la, la, la!
Ooh!
(urine trickles)
Oh!
(Hiscock sighs)
(Hiscock farts)
(sighs) All right.
Snack time! (fly zips)
Later, dude.
(door creaks)
(door thuds)
(urine splashes)
- Damn.
I completely forgot about that asshole.
(Hiscock sighs) (fly zips)
(Hiscock sighs)
Ah!
(Hiscock sighs)
Should I tell him?
You'd better, or he'll go through hell.
He kinda deserves it.
Who knows? He might even make it back.
(Hiscock sighs)
All right.
Tell him.
Wait.
What if there are more time loops?
What if the beast found the tablet before me?
Shit, I gotta stop myself so none of this happens.
(Xolotl growls) (eerie music)
No.
(ominous music)
(Hiscock pants)
(door clicks open)
(door creaks)
(Xolotl growls)
(footsteps thumping) (Xolotl growls)
(suspenseful music)
(Xolotl growls)
(footsteps thumping)
(Xolotl growls) (footsteps thumping)
(Xolotl roars)
(footsteps thumping) (Xolotl growls)
(door clicks open)
(door creaks)
(door slams)
(eerie music)
Oh, thank you, vending machine.
He's gonna eat him in the snack room.
Then I won't exist anymore.
(tense synth music)
(door creaks)
Hey!
(footsteps thumping)
(Xolotl growls)
Ass clown!
(Xolotl roars)
Crap
(tense synth music) (footsteps thumping)
(Xolotl roars)
(Hiscock pants)
Are you kidding me?
(Hiscock pants) (tense music continues)
(Xolotl roars)
(Hiscock pants)
(Xolotl roars)
(door slams)
(machinery droning and clacking)
(Hiscock pants)
(door slams)
(eerie music)
(ominous music)
- Freeze!
(Hiscock sighs)
Shut up, you bum.
- (groans) Shh, shh.
Be quiet.
- How did you get in here?
- I'm begging you. Be quiet.
It's me. Professor Hiscock.
- Huh?
I can't believe it.
Professor!
What happened to you, Hiscock?
Did you swim in the crapper? (laughs)
(Xolotl roars) (guard screams)
(Hiscock pants) (tense synth music)
(Xolotl growls)
(suspenseful music)
(tense synth music continues)
(Xolotl roars)
(thunder claps)
(Hiscock pants)
(thunder claps)
(Hiscock pants)
(Xolotl growls)
(thunder claps)
(Xolotl growls) (footsteps thumping)
(eerie music)
(Xolotl growls)
(footsteps thumping) (Xolotl growls)
(footsteps thumping)
(Xolotl growls)
(Xolotl roars)
(Xolotl growls)
(Xolotl roars)
(Hiscock screams)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Hiscock screams)
(Xolotl growls)
Die, you freakin' beast.
(gun fires rapidly)
(sparks crackling)
(guard screams) (Xolotl roars)
(guard screams)
(Xolotl roars) (Hiscock screams)
(Xolotl roars)
(Hiscock screams)
(fabric tears)
(Xolotl roars)
(sparks crackling)
(body thumps)
(electricity buzzing)
(explosion roars)
- Welcome to Earth!
Dumb ass!
(Hiscock grunts and pants)
(distant siren wails) (moody synth music)
(Hiscock pants)
(distant siren wails)
Good luck on Mars, butt hole.
(moody synth music continues)
(upbeat electronic music)
(door creaks)
(door clicks open)
(door thuds) (footsteps clacking)
(Hiscock grunts)
(Hiscock sighs)
One Extra Millions ticket, please.
These exact numbers.
(hand slams)
(engine revs)
What're you looking at? Hurry up, dude.
Oh. shit. I'm late.
God damn it!
(explosion roars) (Hiscock groans)
(distant siren wails)
(Hiscock groans)
What the hell was that?
(upbeat synth music)
(upbeat synth music continues)