♪
♪ ♪
♪ The cat came back the very next day ♪
♪
Hurry, go!
What are we going to do?
Just close the door and act normal!
[door closes]
Stop telling me what to do!
You keep asking me what to do!
We're just going to have a Popsicle cat.
Davian thinks it will revive.
And, heck, Jesus miraculously did, so who knows?
Oh, that's so stupid.
It's not stupid, it's scripture.
It's from the most popular book of all time, The Bible.
Ever heard of it?
No, because I don't--
How old are you?
I only ask because you look like a full-grown fellow,
but the others treat you like a toddler.
Well, Morgan and I are twins.
She came out first and I hid in there for a few days.
When they found me, I was blue as all heck.
Well, you're the same age. Stand up for yourself.
Make mistakes!
Jesus magic is not a thing, Tryke!
Well, you need to check yourself!
They are no more mature than you are.
And they don't have Bluetooth.
You guys fight too much.
Just an orphan looking for a family.
Morgan:
Well, before you find a family,
you should find your next single.
You must write your next hit song.
This route will result in riches.
Nice!
Well I got more ideas than you could shake a tic at.
I got more ideas than that.
Wonderful! Let's celebrate.
Morgan, open another bottle. I'll get the ice.
Don't, Jimp!
Don't, "don't Jimp," Jimp.
There's no ice in the freezer!
Ahhh!
Pile on!
Guys, I tidied up the jam space,
and I bleached your intimates.
Yeah, let's jam! Come on!
Yeah. Let's make mistakes.
Oh, and by the way, funny story.
There's absolutely no food in the apartment.
Jimp, Morgan's always mad at me.
You know, Tryke, I once worked closely
with a lady I adored, and it ruined her life.
It ruined another life, too.
I guess I'm always getting in the way.
Ha!
Oh, okay.
Just get in tune with her and get to work!
Well, I'm heading home. My task tonight?
To track down a music video director!
[whining]
Come down, you have to come down here.
You have to come down in there.
Oh, bull's eye!
No!
That's it, I'm not doing your gross bets anymore!
Probably have lint in your nipple, now.
Okay, so, let's get back to practicing.
We need inspiration.
Uh, we could trade instruments.
Fun idea, switch it up, mix it up.
Cycle through, swap-er-oo.
Swap-er-oo, I'll play bass.
Swap-a-roo, switch it through.
I'll play guitar...
Oh, okay. Then I'll play... okay, I'll be on drums.
And I'm on drums, too.
You're on everything.
[humming]
♪ One man all alone all alone all alone ♪
♪
Shut up!
♪ Trying his best ♪
[clanging]
♪ [eerie music]
[wolf howls]
♪ ♪
[footsteps]
How much is a life worth?
Sister.
Nun other!
Look, Sister, I got rid of everything.
I'm broke.
But I can promise you, there's a ton of money coming very soon.
You owe us!
You should know that patience is a virtue.
♪ [uncoordinated]
Look, these parts don't go together.
Okay, you need to start fitting our male parts
into your female part.
Uh, you need to fit my part around your part.
Well, you shouldn't force anything.
Force this, navel nipple.
♪ ♪
Okay, you're the only one who's drunk.
Who's fault's that, wiener boner?
It's yours. Please stop drinking
because you're ruining the practice.
Okay.
You know what I'm going to do?
I'm going to go upstairs.
You get to tuck Davian into his baby boy bed tonight.
I'm not a kid.
Please don't leave the practice, Morgan.
We're just getting into some--
She is batshit nuts mixed in.
Do you want to just keep working?
Let's play, "More Gain."
♪ ♪
♪ [eerie]
♪ [solemn]
♪ [rock]
I want to write lyrics to this,
but all I can think about is my dumb life.
That'd be a good start.
What, like--
♪ My mom died giving birth to me ♪
♪ my dad's a white devil who ran away ♪
♪ My only family is a band but we're always fighting ♪
♪
for us to practise and Morgan's always mad at me and--
this sucks.
This is not working.
That's a song.
Whatever.
Do you want a hug?
No, I'm frustrated now.
I'm just going upstairs, okay?
Badger, please tuck Davian in for me.
Oh, yeah, with pleasure.
You leave your stuff for me to put away.
I wish I had you on the other end of this thing,
I'd give you what for. I'm afraid of confrontation.
Morgan: ♪ [humming]
Morgan?
I think we should put a lock on the freezer
just to be safe.
Good thinking, lock that vault.
Vault!
I'm not thinking much right now,
I'm just trying to feel it, you know?
Do you want my double-decker bologna sandwich?
Is that all you ever eat?
Listen, I came to drink with you.
Finally!
Oh, nom, nom.
Ooh!
That's good!
[sputters]
Stanley: ♪ [humming lullaby]
It's not turning on.
Is that a sex toy?
It's a Bluetooth splash-proof headset.
Oh, fudge bubble.
Well, go to sleep, Davi-angel,
and tomorrow we'll plan a big meal
together for me.
Hello.
Who's the whore on the other line?
Oh!
Uh, miss.
Cool.
Miss, I didn't realize Davian was spoken for.
I give him unto you completely,
relinquishing my love.
Cool with me.
He was never mine to begin with.
Cool.
[hushed]
Yeah, I'll come to you right now.
These clowns are dealing with their issues
and I need to fuck.
♪ ♪
♪ [eerie music]
Oh, hi there.
Hello.
What are you fixing?
The ladder.
Huh!
Well, I won't keep you.
Goodnight.
We seem to--
Well goodnight, stranger.
Hmm.
Think about music right now.
Okay.
What's wrong?
Somerset.
Oh!
Yeah, it sucks that he's dead.
But does it?
I mean, yes, yes, it's terrible when your tongue swells,
and your eyeballs melt, and your eardrums goddamn explode.
Poor Somerset.
I didn't love him.
What?
I feel like a million dollars since he died, Tryke.
It's terrible. It's terrible.
No, I don't think that's terrible.
Hey, you know you stopped doing your accent.
It was fake.
♪ [emotional music]
I'm drunk.
♪ ♪