(suspenseful music)
- The summit is within reach.
Let us do the celebratory dance of grrrr.
- Come on man, cheer up.
- I'm never gonna forgive myself.
- What's done is done.
(somber music)
- I gotta get our spot back.
Hey, what do you think of this?
- What are you doing?
- Oh, a series 4 classic.
- Give us your spot in line and it's yours.
- Josh, you don't have to do this.
- Yes I do.
What do you say?
- You got a deal man.
- Awesome.
How do you feel about Future Space miniatures?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, there he is.
Okay, let me see.
Future Space Bible, the gun that killed Coagulor.
Future Space cola from the Soviet Union.
It contains Radon, only 4000 were ever produced.
- I need it.
- Thank you, issue 46 this is the one
where Lexicon has a cock.
They did only two and a half printings
before someone caught it.
(suspenseful music)
- I'm sorry buddy.
- We saved your place humans.
- Really?
- Of course man, you guys are awesome.
- Thanks, alright.
- We did it. - We did it.
- Dad.
- Jake, what are you doing here buddy?
- So where do I buy a ticket?
- Ticket, it's sold out, I didn't even think.
- Take my ticket.
- What.
- I promised you I'd get you to
the front of the line and I did.
- Thanks man.
(suspenseful music)
- Hey kid, you know there's room
for two people in the projection booth.
- Ah, dude, that'd be awesome.
- Whoa, whoa, settle down nerd.
Hurry up, I don't wanna miss the previews.
- Thanks.
- No these are mine, these are mine.
We're getting ready to watch Future Space, Final Chapter.
(audience cheers)
Shutup.
(suspenseful music)