OK, read the comments to me again.
Why would you want to hear mean things
people say about you on the internet?
I don't want to hear them, Miles.
That's why I'm having Chapa track the commenters down.
So I can find them, and punch them,
right in their stupid hands, so they can't type
mean things anymore. Read?
Captain Man looks great for his age?
Hmm, OK. And where does this garbage person live?
- 2519... - I seek Ray!
That's an alien!
I am Glurp from Zormicon sector of the Raedek Galaxy.
And it's here to kill us!
I am here to answer the challenge of the one
who calls himself Ray.
I told you not to say anything.
Relax.
Are you Ray?
No, me? No, I'm--
[grunting]
He's... Ray.
I hope you're familiar with dust,
because that is what I'm going to turn you into.
[scoffs] OK, smurfette.
Ooh, girl, you gone get it!
You're pretty good at kicking kids.
But I'd like to see you try that on somebody a little bit--
[grunting]
I need a weapon.
I thought you were indestructible.
It still hurts...a lot.
[groaning] Get up, big dog.
You got two weapons right here.
I appreciate your support, but please...
[grunting] Open...
The... [grunting]
Wea... [grunting]
[grunting]
What, Ray? Weapons, what?
[grunting]
I think he was gonna say the weapons wall.
OK, yeah.
So, after the Senate ratifies it,
then it becomes a law?
[music playing]
Oh my God! Is that an alien?
Yeah, she came here to kill Ray.
She's gonna have to try a little harder,
'cause my boy is just getting started!
I could use a strong glass of water?
You have to tell me everything. What do you subsist on?
Oh, are you carbon based?
Does your planet have Dog Bachelor?
What is your name?
- I'm Bose. - Ha, that's funny.
On my planet, that is a speaker company.
I am called Glurp, and I like you.
Oh my God, you're exactly what I've always wanted.
Someone who likes me.
I desire to gribble you.
I don't know what that means, but... grib away.
[groaning]
That does not sound like it's allowed.
Aw, that's actually kind of sweet.
- Really gross. - Yeah, woo-woo!
Now you're cheering her on?
Hey, love is love. Woo-woo!
The woo-woo kid is making me uncomfortable.
Is there somewhere more quiet and private we can go?
I know a crowded soup store where they blast hip-hop.
Perfect, I just need to thicken my goop.
I should probably do the same.
The only goop you're gonna be thickening is my fist!
[grunting]
[screaming]
Somebody help me up!
Let's go, Bosey. I will thicken my goop on the way.
What? No. Bose, you can't go out in public with an alien.
Yeah, people will freak out.
I'll just give her a hat, say she's Canadian.
Oh, that's actually a really smart idea.
You are flawless today.
[moaning]
This is fun.
Down the tube!
Oh, you're supposed to go down.
Oh, OK.
Did an alien just come to earth,
tie Ray's arms in a pretzel,
gribble Bose and now they're on a date?
She also kicked you in the chest.
I'm still having trouble breathing.
Maybe someone should go to Hip Hope Puree
and keep an eye on Bose, and as I say that,
I know it's going to be me, bye!
[moaning]
Hey, champ.
As your hype man, I just have one note,
and it's so minor. It would just be...
To stop letting little aliens beat you up!
Yeah!
[music playing]
So do they speak American on your planet too?
No, but I learned English by watching episodes of Friends
while traveling to you planet.
- That is so smart. - I know, right?
Could I be speaking English any better?
OK, here's your fajita puree,
and there's your fettucine alfredo.
Thank you.
Hmm, that hits both my stomachs.
She's Canadian.
[gasping] Get out! So am I!
Where are you from, eh?
She's from Hockey Town.
- Where are you from? - Fine!
You got me. I'm not Canadian at all!
[sobbing]
- Want to hear a space joke? - Always.
OK, so two space chickens
are space fighting over a space pickle.
I'm preparing to love this.
And then the space farmer says,
"Take my protons, please!"
[laughing]
I don't get that at all but I really want to gribble
with you again, so I'm gonna laugh.
Well, bring it in, cutie.