(electronic music)
(upbeat orchestra music)
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- Run an internet diagnostics check.
- [Dred Lord] Cancel that check.
- Eyes forward.
- [Dred Lord] Eyes backward.
- March.
- [Dred Lord] September.
- Okay, Dred Lord, enough!
- [Dred Lord] More!
- I don't want some stupid power struggle.
Until we learn who out ranks each other,
lets just stay out of each other ways.
- [Dred Lord] Yeah, but more like you stay out of my way.
- [Trooper] Here he is mam, Doug.
- 'Sup. - The trooper who
aided of the escape Wave Finder
and seven big lizards.
- Have him bound and shot
into the the farthest corner of space.
- [Doug] Ah man.
- [Dred Lord] No, no, have him freed
and kept as close as possible.
- Really, this idiot blew a hole in the wall
and you want him kept as close as possible?
- [Dred Lord] Yes.
- Fine, I don't care, you can have this one.
(Dred Lord laughs) - Nice!
- [Dred Lord] Point Dred Lord, don't call it a come back.
- Just let me do my job.
- [Dred Lord] Got a job for you, ow, that's assault.
- [Doug] Whoa, so tight of you to save me like that dude.
- [Dred Lord] Well, hmm, okay.
- [Doug] I totally owe you one.
- [Dred Lord] Na, hey, did you
really fire a hole through the wall?
- [Doug] Yeah, disintegration ray.
- [Dred Lord] That is so cool.
- [Doug] Thank you, that's what I've been saying.
- [Dred Lord] You wouldn't want to go play with
some experimental nubbins in the engineering bay would you?
- [Doug] (groans) I've been waiting my whole life
for somebody to ask me that.
- [Dred Lord] Come on, let's go. (laughs)
(Doug whoops)
- As you can see mam, we are nearly complete with your
bod initiative, but without the orb we won't be able to--
- [Doug] Whoa!
- What is it now?
- [Dred Lord] Relax, we're just here to play with some guns.
- [Doug] Whoa, this is the father of me?
Man, I didn't realize it was done, sick!
- It's not done, not without the orb.
- [Dred Lord] Cool, this one has kung fu grip.
- [Doug] What!
- Well I'm happy to see you approve
of at least some of my work.
- [Dred Lord] Your work?
- Yes, I am mastermind behind the bot army plan.
- [Dred Lord] Yeah well, it shows.
Shoddy craftsmanship over here.
- [Doug] Shitty.
- [Dred Lord] And look at this, only three types of lasers.
- [Doug] What?
Should be four.
- [Dred Lord] Meh, so cool.
- [Doug] It's the best.
- Ooh Sir, please don't touch that.
- [Dred Lord] Shut up nerd, not like a rocket scientist.
(laser whizzes)
Holy shit!
(everyone screaming)
I am so sorry, unless it turns out I'm your superior,
in which case I'm furious you bled all over my ship.
- I don't have time for you.
Engineers, my apologies for having my arm so rudely cut off.
As I was saying,
- Button. - our number priority,
until such time as the orb is retrieved,
is finishing our work on the Exo-Frame for the bots.
- [Dred Lord] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
I think that I, as our superior general,
should be setting our number one priority.
- Do you really?
You don't even have a plan.
- [Dred Lord] I have a plan,
it's uh, uh
uh, uh
uh, a big.
- That's it?
Your plan is big?
- [Dred Lord] Let me finish, jeez,
can't get a word in edgewise.
Uh, uh,
uh, uh,
uh, a gun.
Big gun, that's my plan.
(everyone laughing)
- We've done that before.
- [Dred Lord] When?
- Constantly!
The Interstellar Legion has built dozens of stations,
each time bigger than the last and always failed. (sighs)
A weapon that can only ever be in one place,
at one time is a terrible way
to rule a galaxy wide oligarchy.
(Dred Lord groans)
How would your big gun be any different?
- [Dred Lord] Mine will be, even bigger!
- That's quite big.
- A gun that big might do the trick.
- (stutters) This is idiotic.
We don't need our best engineers
distracted by another stupid big gun.
(Dred Lord groans)
- Do you supersede the orders
of the General Director on this matter?
- It remains unclear.
- Very well then, we shall commence work
on both plans at once.
- [Dred Lord] Hell yeah!
Now get back to work you nerds.
(laser blasting)
I am so sorry, unless I'm your superior.
Everyone else, back to work.
And you, if you wanna see how lil' Doug and I
get ourselves out of this mess?
Well, you have to got to dropout.tv.
Oh and if you're angry about having to pay
for the things you enjoy,
then maybe you're a spoiled, selfish little fucker!
♪ When the moon hits the sky ♪
♪ Like a big pizza pie that's amore. ♪
- [Trooper] You have to know one other song!