- Ugh, why did we have to come all the way
to the top of the mountain for snow?
There's plenty of it at the bottom.
- For the experience. Everybody likes a good adventure.
Right, Porkchop?
- Yeah! I'm making a trail of snow pigs!
- Of course. Let's just hurry up though.
It's freezing up here.
(goat bleats)
(headbutt thuds) (wings fluttering)
- Wow. That thing is seriously strong.
- You're telling me.
- And it likes my snow pig!
Can we keep it? Please?!
- Fine. - What?
Seriously?
That thing just kicked me so hard, feathers fell out.
(wings fluttering) (Chick sighs)
That things a killing machine.
- I'm gonna call you Beardy.
(goat bleats)
- Hmm. That gives me an idea.
- Uh, guys? Are we sure this is a good idea?
- Of course it is.
If we can figure out how to make
this guy headbutt on command, we'll be unstoppable.
- But Beardy's not violent. He's a gentle soul!
- Yeah, right. See how long it takes him to attack you.
(clock ticking)
(crickets chirping)
Oh, come on! This is taking forever!
- Yeah, what's wrong with it?
Hello?!
Come on, over here.
Well, I guess this idea was a bust.
(headbutt thuds) (Chick laughs)
- Wow! That was so impressive, Beardy!
You're so talented!
- We are getting rid of that menace right now.
- If you can get it away from Porkchop, be my guest.
- [Porkchop] Ooh!
- All right, one, two, three,
four iron blocks and a pumpkin.
I've really outdone myself this time.
- A security system for your Lego brick of house.
Really, just how smooth is your brain, Stan?
- Well, my brain is actually full of wrinkles or blocks.
I actually don't know what is in my-
- What, what is my name?
- Huh? - My name!
You, creator, who has given me life, what is my name?
- Well, I hate this.
- Uh, hadn't really thought about that.
- Am I to walk this earth with no name?
Are you thoughtless, spiteful?
Or maybe you find me burdensome.
Is to be given consciousness not punishment enough?
- He speaks to my soul.
- Wow, you talk a lot.
Well, let's just make sure you don't wander off.
- A leash! Attached to a pole!
Like, an animal, a dog.
First, you refuse me the decency of identity
and now you treat me like a monster.
- Hm. Maybe the pumpkin with no face next time.
Enjoy your thoughts or whatever.
I'm gonna get back to mining.
- Wait, Stan, you're not going back
into the strip mine, are you?
- I am.
How do you think I'm gonna replenish all that iron
our operatic guard dog just used up?
- Agony! I know nothing and all too much at the same time!
My God, a deserter and miscreant.
(golem grunts) - I've never felt more seen.
- I don't know, it didn't seem great for your mental health.
- Pshh.
(ominous music)
(crickets chirping)
- [Golem] There is something at work in my soul
which I do not understand.
- [Stan] Chick, what are you doing?
- Uh, I was, uh, I heard a zomb, skelet, spider
climbing around and wanted to make sure it couldn't get in.
You're up early. - Early?
I wake up at exactly the same time every day.
A few moments after closing my eyes,
just like everyone else.
- Uh, yeah. You're right.
Wow, it is hot in here?
I'm going to go for a swim in the breeze.
- Are you having a stroke?
- Yes.
- Chick, ready to go?
I'm excited to go check out that abandoned mineshaft.
- Yeah, about that,
I was thinking maybe I could hang back for this one,
make sure the Golem doesn't get up to anything.
- I tied him to that pole, "like an animal."
The only thing he's gonna get up to
is preparing a monologue.
- Everywhere I see bliss,
from which I alone am irrevocably excluded!
- There's no way he wrote that.
- Excellent point.
That's why it will be good if I stay here.
Maybe he's been possessed or he's defective.
You two go, trust me.
(Golem grunts) - Huh, maybe you're right.
Well, I'm getting hungry and I've only been standing.
Let's rock this (beep), Porkchop.
See you tonight, Chick.
- Hey, so you and I seem to be
on the same page about a lot of stuff.
- Are you, too, horrified inevitability of pain?
- Sort of.
I mostly just think this house looks really stupid.
- It does look very bad.
(sword whooshing) (zombies groaning)
(Stan grunting)
(gentle music)
(heroic music)
(spider hissing)
(gentle music)
(spears whooshing)
- Don't you dare let go.
- You seem very knowledgeable, Chick.
One day, I hope to see the fullness of this world.
- You know what?
Screw this, you need to be free, Golem. Find your own path.
(Golem sniffling)
- Thank you. I will not forget your kindness.
- Chick, where hell is the Golem?
- What is a life without love, loss, freedom, and adventure?
Who are we to deny agency
and ignore the passions of a unique and hopeful creature?
Are we villains or are we gods?
Is there even a difference-
(explosion booms)
(gentle music)