(Abed humming)
- Hey, Abed. - Hey, Troy.
- Here's the Spanish book I borrowed.
- Thank you, did you finally get your own book?
- Something like that.
(Troy flipping pages)
- Wait a second.
(Troy chuckling)
(Abed grunting)
- It's okay.
Let's have cookies.
- Okay.
(Troy and Abed chewing)
- [Troy And Abed] Mhmm.
(Abed laughing)
- My cousin's funeral is today.
- Oh, that was today?
- I knew there was some reason I couldn't do this today.
- Poor, Dimitri.
Psst, Troy.
It's me.
- Abed?
- I made it through.
I'm a cartoon now.
- That's impossible.
- Nothing's impossible in here.
Animals can talk.
Your heart is shaped like a heart.
And the smell of pie can make you float.
You have to believe, Troy.
Wait, you don't have to believe.
- I didn't.
I didn't.
- I may have done some damage there.
- Hello everybody, I'm Leonard.
I'm here today to review Let's Potato Chips.
$1.79 at Kroger's.
Ah!
I can't get this sucker open.
Ha, there we are.
Now, I've already had some of these but let's see.
Hmm, crispy.
- Thanks for doing the dishes, man.
- Salty, not too greasy.
(Leonard chuckles)
That one's shaped like a duck.
I guess that's definitely a buy.
That's it.
(vacuum machine whirring)
Let's Potato Chips are good and they're a buy.
♪ I'm high as hell ♪
♪ And you're about to get shot ♪
♪ Let's snack it up ♪
♪ Let's do it right ♪
♪ Let's taste the crisp ♪
♪ With the flavor and crunch ♪
♪ With all our bite ♪
♪ Let's grab a bag ♪
♪ Let's take a bite ♪
♪ Let's grab Potato Chips ♪
- Get your ham hand off of my Let's.
(Troy and Brita giggling)
- Honestly, after all that you still eat Spingles?
- Ah, Yeah, Troy.
Splingles have 30% less fat.
They're the fit chip.
- You know, I kinda have a headache
maybe you should go home.
- Quiet, I think Jeff's coming.
- It's going to be hilarious.
(Buzz grunting)
(Buzz clearing his throat)
- Yeah, pharmacy please.
Yeah, this is Buzz Hickey.
I think you gave me the wrong medication.
I usually get Lipitor.
What do you mean my insurance won't cover it anymore?
My body does not respond well to the generic stuff.
Let me ask you a question, lady.
Can you pay out of pocket?
I am an educator, ma'am.
Living on a teacher's salary.
No, I'm sorry.
What's your name?
Leah. well.
Let me tell you something, Leah.
I wake up every night screaming.
Life is unfair but it's the only thing we get.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll call back later.
Ma, it's Buzz.
I'm gonna say this as fast as I can.
We can't afford to bury Dad with the rest of the family.
- [Narrator] Community.
The hit show is now a hit board game.
- More like an, I'm bored game.
- Shut up, Leonard.
You look like a German puppet maker
and smell like the inside of a church.
- [Narrator] Blah, blah, blah.
Commercial video describing the rules of gameplay.
- I like you Leonard.
As a friend.
- [Everybody] Ooh.
- Sorry, Brita but that friendship, just got a benefit.
- [Narrator] Collect all the other player's identities
and be the first to figure out
if the game is part of the show or--
- I got it.
The whole show is happening inside this game.
- Then, explain this?
- What is it?
- It's a script
of a fake commercial at the end of Season Six
starring this family.
- Sorry, Dad.
Guess I win.
- You stupid child.
Nobody's winning anything.
Don't you see.
This means we don't exist.
We're not created by God.
We're created by a joke.
We were never born and we will never actually live.
- [Narrator] Dice not included.
Some assembly required.
Lines between perception, desire and reality
may become blurred, redundant or interchangeable.
Characters may hook up
with no regard for your emotional investment.
Some episodes too conceptual to be funny.
Some too funny to be immersive
and some so immersive they're still aren't funny.
Consistency between seasons may vary.
Viewers may be measured by a secretive obsolete system
based on selected participants
keeping handwritten journals of what they watch.
Show may be canceled and moved to the internet
where it turns out tens of millions
were watching the whole time.
May not matter.
Fake commercial may end with disclaimer gag
which may descend into vain Chuck Lorre-esque rant
by narcissistic creator.
Creator may be unstable.
Therapist may have told creator
this is not how you make yourself a good person.
Life may pass by
while we ignore or mistreat those close to us.
Those close to us may be those watching.
Those people may want to know I love them
but I may be incapable of saying it.
Contains pieces the size of a child's esophagus.
(sci-fi music fades)