20 minutes had passed since texting James Williams to let me in the Funhaus office.
I pressed myself up against the screen to see inside.
As I looked down at my bad knees,
I realized that nobody was coming for me.
I considered that maybe it would be like this my entire life; waiting for somebody to open the door.
Which is when I ran across a familiar face. This guy's name is L...
Luis! Luis, that's it.
[Luis!] [It's been a long time.] [Is...]
Immediately I had forgotten what job Luis actually does
but it's something at Rooster Teeth
or some other company. He does something.
He might not do anything actually.
Thankfully, Luis had a key card to the office.
[Weak arms... Very weak arms...]
After walking into their office
I immediately regretted blaming James for anything. [Oh...] He informed me that he suffers from Trench back.
It's a lot like Trench foot, except completely different. He gets stuck in positions like this for over two hours.
Can you believe that? What a disgusting tramp.
[So familliar... Yet so strange...]
That's when a worrisome thought ran over me.
I was supposed to have a meeting with Luis, and I wasn't sure if he was still there.
[I'm still here.]
After having our secret Rooster Teeth meeting (that I shouldn't be talking about), James gave me some advice.
[... a third party] No matter what happens between your business interests, you guys can always be friends.
Hahahaha. Oh.
Since this is the third time I've been to Funhaus in the past couple of weeks,
I had to ask the important question.
So does this mean I'm part time now?
[Uh, you're part part time. This is your last day for now.]
For now. Okay. [Yeah. Engaged to be engaged.] Elantra was right,
I am engaged to be engaged: with Funhaus. One of the monitors for my official Funhaus desk wasn't actually working.
But that wasn't my biggest worry.
[Mocking Steven's narration: Apparently I wasn't good enough to have two screens.]
Wow, thank you Eileen for the narration. Uh, guess what, I already lost my job. Don't take this from me.
You guys have merch to show up at parties with? [Imagine you at a party...]
[... with this.] I'm actually just imagining getting my ass beaten. [It looks real cool.] This it feels like the lowest grade of leather.
[You know how soy is not actual meat...]
[...but you can make it feel like meat?]
And it gives you breasts. [This jacket is made out of breasts.] After becoming the poster boy for virginity,
I remembered something that happened last week at Funhaus.
I figured that We Bought a Zoo with Matthew Damon had to be somewhere in the office still,
I just needed to find out where. [You boys seen We Bought a Zoo by any chance?]
[Oh, the Matt Damon one?] The Matt - Matthew Damon. With Matthew Damon. Have you seen one of those lying around in the office anywhere?
I left it... in he- [Yes.] Really? [I think so...] NO WAY! Dude, no. [I don't -] This cannot be real. [I don't know if it's yours.] Good call, you son of a bitch.
I'm sure everybody's bringing in We Bought a Zoo by Matthew Damon.
What's the chance I can take my We Bough a Zoo back, with Matthew Damon.
Alright, thank you everybody.
Sorry that I had to take it away. And I know you guys all seem shocked.
And I am too. That it turned up here. Bye. If there's one place I hate, it's the editors' bay. Even at SourceFed
I was very wary walking into the editors' domain. This is the editors' bay.
This is where all the people that were bullied in high school work.
[It's not... It's not wrong.] I don't miss Spencer one goddamn bit.
No way no way no way no way. You guys!
[Did you get it?] You guys! It was in some fucking editor department who gives a shit. But it's back! Yes!
After leaving Funhaus I had to deal with a problem.
Parker's been avoiding me. Bad timing because I had something legitimately important to tell him, so I waited for him to leave his house and
I followed his car. I'll admit, it was hard not to get noticed. And at certain points I really thought he did see me.
Finally, he ran out of gas and I cornered him.
Why have you been avoiding me? I realize the posers are done...
...but doesn't mean you don't have to talk to your friend. After talking some sense into Parker, he actually gave me some really good news...
...about the poster. [It went well, man.] What, the posters? [Yeah, we just sold like 500 posters.] Seriously? [Isn't that crazy?]
Like literally? [Like literally.] Literally, that just saved our entire company.
Thank you for buying the posters. Seriously. [Anyway, good meeting.] [Yeah. Good- good meeting.]
[Is that really your handshake?] [D- do it again, do it again. 3... 2... 1...] [Oh god, did you just wipe your nose?]
[I'm glad your dad's dead.] After meeting with Parker about some secret news,
I decided to head over to Cib's and tell him the exact same thing. [This'll be the moment we go:
remember when we just sat in my room and talked about... how we wanted to... start the start-up?]
[So...] Oh. Oh yeah.
After finishing up with Cib, it was time to notify James.
[What's up man?] [What do you think a Sugar Pine 7
channel would be?] [Sick! When? And where?] After remembering how bad it is to talk to James about anything anywhere, I figured the
conversation was best left up to interpretation.
It was nice knowing that no matter
what path we chose, there was still a good chance that at the end of the day
we'd always be able to fall back on ourselves. But I think together we want to make something more.
I don't know exactly what that's going to be yet, but we have a pretty good idea.
2017's going to be quite the year for the Sugar Pine 7.
Oh... I don't know if I like the way that sounds actually.