(shimmering music)
- I hear it! I hear it!
Don't you hear it?
- Tanner, you're having a stroke.
Do you smell toast? Cuz I'm eating toast.
(toast crunches)
- No, no, shush.
Right here, it's a chest. I'm goin' in.
(bangs)
Just above this ceiling.
(boards clang)
- Where's the chest?
- Um, change of plans, no chest.
- No chest?
- Nope, no chest. All right, let's go, next house.
(rock music)
- Looks like this place has already been looted.
Keep an eye out.
- Hah, typical noobs, leaving ammo crates unopen like that.
- Uh, Roach, that's a cooler.
What's in there that's gonna help us?
- I dunno, Sprite, cold cuts.
(gasps)
Slurp Juice!
- Uh, uh, uh, not until after you've been shot, mister.
- Awww.
- God, these gnomes are creepy.
(creepy music)
- Ugh.
(cheerful music)
- Hey Tanner, check it out.
Looks like there's a llama on this map.
In Mexico, the llama is sacred.
Maybe, like, if we can get to it,
it can help us or save us or something.
- Roach, a llama is not gonna save us from anything.
Now, I want you to go collect wood for me.
- Yes, sir!
(ax strikes)
So, were you gonna help me or what?
- Nope. Once you die, I'll simply step over your corpse,
collecting all the wood in a large lump sum.
- Oh.
(ax strikes)
- Hey, hey watch it. Leave one swing until the tree is gone.
We don't want people around us seeing it disappear.
It'll give away our location.
Stop. Don't you do it, mister.
(ax strikes)
- Hey, hey Marty? Did that tree just disappear?
- What? No, Rick, are you high or something?
- Yes.
- I'm serious, all of us have matching tattoos,
and it's creepy because I didn't even notice it until now.
- Hmmm, mine looks a little different.
- Heads-up, squad at 30 northeast.
- Yep, I saw 'em first! 30 NE New England.
- God, I wish I had some way to see long distances.
- Here's a scoped assault rifle.
Seeing into a distance is all it's good for.
- Oh thanks.
- What do you see?
- I, I have no idea.
Okay, we're gonna start shooing in one, two...
Okay, one, two...
God damn it.
You know, Anya, I never really asked you what you're in for.
You're a prisoner, right?
- I was a spy, I knew too much, I was framed.
I'm in prison, happy?
- Jeez, Anya, why ya so salty?
- I'm not salty, it's just not worth talking about.
- Nah, you salty.
You salty springs, dawg.
- Look, that one's falling behind. I got him.
(suspenseful music)
(bullets ping)
- Roach, build us a fort, walls first.
- Uh, okay, uh...
(walls crack)
Oh (bleep) oh (bleep), hold on!
- Ugh, forget it.
- Mmm, nice wall.
(bullets ping)
- He's won, he's won.
(guns fire)
- He's not won, he's got a full shield.
- Got him.
- Now stand still.
(guns fire)
- Surprise (bleep)!
(groans) (vocal music)
- Oh no, I'm out of wood!
- Heal me, you asshole!
- No, you have a golden scar!
Just hurry up and die so I can have it.
(gun fires) (groans)
(cheerful music)
- So, I guess you did an okay job today.
- Hey, you know what?
We might actually have a shot at winning this thing.
(guns fire)
- Oh god, oh god, build walls!
(rock music)