Dee: My apartment is not a spa.
Frank: Dennis and I are gonna take a soak.
You and Dennis are going to bathe together?
It's that turkish bath thing.
What are you worried about? I'm not worried about
anything, but my apartment is not a turkish bath, okay?
Well, Dee, you know, this is Dennis's apartment now, too.
No. No, goddamn it, it's not,
all right?
Mac and Dennis do not live here.
Just... so sick of you guys
doing your stupid shit in
my place.
(All grunting rhythmically)
What the hell is this?!
Mac: One more! Wah!
Charlie: Stop!
(Whooping, glass breaking)
Hey!
Oh!
Good set, boys!
What are you doing?
Oh, Dee, this is jojo,
tiny, Charlie you know.
I don't care.
Together, we are ass kickers united.
Oh, you guys, come on, please, I don't want you doing
your weird routines in here!
It's not a routine, Dee, and
there is nothing weird about
this, okay?
Ass kickers united is a way of
life, based on the life
improvement teachings of the master.
What kind of cult shit is that?
No, no, it's not a cult, frank.
The master is the only human to
ever achieve enlightenment
through the way of the warrior.
Stop, two, three.
One, two, three, four. Stop.
Come on! Goddamn it!
Frank, I can't get this fight
milk out of the goddamn couch!
Oh! Shit!
It burned a hole in the cushion!
That's probably the crotein.
Don't get that on your skin!
Dennis: Oh! Frank, frank,
sorry I'm late, man, but, uh,
good news.
I brought checkers.
Oh, what's up, Dee?
I got dominoes, and what the
hell is going on?
Your place looks like shit.
What happened?
Yeah, yeah, it does.
I'll tell you what happened.
Mac and his goddamn ass blasters
incorporated were in here
jerking around all day.
Mac, Charlie and a bunch of
goons started a queer club.
Hmm.
They got a newsletter.
Oh, shit.
Ass kickers united.
Oh, my god.
What?
Dee, Mac didn't start this club.
I did.
What are you talking about?
Yeah. I, uh... I just made
this shit up about ass kickers
united to get Mac to stop eating
my thin mints.
Huh?
You know how Mac is all
irritating and shit?
Of course. The worst!
Right, well, he was doing all
this irritating shit, and he was driving me crazy.
Worst of all, he was eating all
my thin mint cookies, and, so, you know, playing on Mac's
physical insecurities, I decided i would get in his head a little
bit, so I created this master character, all right?
I typed up this newsletter, which was, you know, mostly
about fitness and, like, just kicking ass at life in general,
just kind of speaking Mac's language.
But mostly, I was speaking of
the dangers of consuming too many thin mint cookies.
And I'll tell you, man, it worked like a charm, 'cause he
stopped eating thin mints almost immediately.
That is extremely impressive. Oh.
Dennis, I missed most of that last part.
Run it by me again.
Frank, I just spoke for five straight minutes.
I'm not doing it again.
Dennis started a cult. No, I didn't start a cult.
Yeah, sure sounds like a cult.
Hey, I got a great idea.
Why don't you type up another newsletter and tell Mac and his
dum-dum friends to go and fix up your apartment, right?
That way, you guys can get the hell out of my place.
Or maybe get some broads involved.
Cults are great for attracting new age tail.
No, guys, you can't go straight to fixing apartments
and getting young, new age tail. You can't do that.
That takes years of brainwashing.
But here's the problem. If you don't do that and write
the newsletter and fix up the apartment, then I'm just gonna
rat you out. No. Come on, Dee.
I'm gonna have to, I'm gonna have to. You know why?
'Cause I'm up to here.
All right, I've had a very bad day, all right?!
I'm at the end of my rope, if I'm being honest.
Okay, okay, Dee, calm down.
All right, look, I'll test the
waters a little bit, okay, see
if we can get 'em there slowly.
Maybe you can get 'em to eat
a shit sandwich.
That would be fun.
Why the hell would I...?
What? No, this isn't about fun.
This is about... it's about thin
mints, goddamn it! Right?
And the reason I'm so good at
this is because I take it seriously.
Now, just watch and learn.
Listen up!
According to the master, guys,
we're not getting enough vitamin
d, so these stickers harness
the power of the sun and deliver
it directly to our bodies, okay?
And, apparently, guys, there's
another exercise.
Yes, sensei!
Yeah!
All right, now, they're
called hammer jerks, and it's
sort of like a... hammer, then
you bend.
Mm-hmm.
Then you snap, then you jerk.
Ow.
Then a hammer.
Hammer.
Ow! Bend.
Bend, snap.
Damn it.
Jerk.
Oh, yeah.
Hammer, bend, snap, jerk.
Hammer...
I can't believe they went for
the sticker thing.
Thank you. Thank you.
Okay, so, time to dial it up a notch.
Let's put 'em to work and get 'em to your apartment.
Yeah, we can't just dive into that shit.
We talked about this. It's a slow burn.
They're wearing sticks on their heads. They're there.
Look, look, look, stop. You guys are going crazy.
You're gonna blow the thin mint thing.
Will you just trust me? I got this.
I am the master. I'm gonna get you what you want.
You just got to let me do my thing.
That-that-that sounds good.
Mm, yeah, okay.
You gonna goddamn blow this for me?
No.
You gonna blow the thin mint thing?
No.
(Typing)
"The master sayeth."
Mm-hmm.
"Kicking ass in life is all
about drywall."
And pussy. Put "pussy."
Goddamn, frank, don't say "pussy."
It's disgusting.
I'm not putting it.
Hmm.
"To be a total badass, you
must learn carpentry."
Hmm.
"Fixing apartments is what
you must do."
And buy wolf cola.
Let's make some coin.
Okay.
"And buy wolf cola, the only
cola for true refreshment."
That's good.
"Splash into the beast."
Mm-hmm, that's great.
I know it is.
Cool it with the jerky, will you?
You're driving me nuts.
Now, put-put "bring pussy."
Goddamn it. All right.
Just put it in.
Fine. Hey, listen.
This is what I'll do.
"Ladies are now mandatory.
"Each of you dick bags must
recruit at least one woman."
Should we put anything else?
Make 'em eat a shit sandwich.
What is it with you and the
shit sandwich?
Do you really want to see
somebody take a roll and stick
doody in it, and then they put
it in their mouth?
God, you are so gross.
Eh...
Okay, so, how much for the
wolf colas?
Five bucks a piece.
Okay, great.
Ma, how many you want?
I'll take three.
Okay. And Mrs. Mac?
(Coughs)
She'll have one.
Huh? One. Any more caffeine than
that, and she will not stop talking.
Really? Oh, kind of want to
see that.
Hey, Charlie, can I talk to
you for a second?
Yeah. What's up?
Um, does all this seem kind
of strange to you?
Huh? Uh, oh, you mean the
wolf cola thing?
Yeah. I was wondering.
Like, how does the master know about wolf cola?
Oh, he's an aficionado of all beverages.
He's gonna know the finest of colas.
Oh, oh, you mean the
carpentry thing. Yeah.
No. Throughout history, uh,
ass kickers have always known
carpentry.
Jesus Christ, Harrison Ford.
Right, okay.
What are you talking about?
The women. The women, dude.
Oh.
This is supposed to be a
men's club, you know?
Who wants that around?
Oh. Uh...
I don't know. (Chuckles)
I'm kind of cool with it.
Also, I don't ever remember
anything in the newsletters
about no women.
It could not have been more
clear: No women, no gays.
I don't ever remember you
reading anything about that.
It was implied, okay?
Look, in these kind of texts,
you need to be able to in-infer
what's be...
Look, I'll explain it to you later.
I think I'm just gonna...
I needed some time off.
Whoa. Hey, man, you can't
take a day off from kicking ass, okay?
Look, an ass kicker must be
present every day.
An ass kicker must do the exercises.
An ass kicker must avoid thin mints.
I know the rules, okay?
I don't need to...
I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go.
I'm just gonna go.
You're just gonna go?!
I mean...
Okay, I'm taking the men with
me, and frank's got the women.
Oh, cool. Are you an ass kicker now?
I'm an ass kicker now.
Sweet. All right. Who signed you up?
The dumb one. Oh, tiny?
No, no, no. The one eating paint chips off the wall.
(Crunching) These taste like paint.
Uh, yeah, those are paint chips there, pal.
These are? Yeah.
Oh, they're delicious. Yeah, that's the good paint.
Let's go. All right, let's go.
Hey, we're gonna, uh, go swing
some hammers.
Oh, you guys, it's so great
that you do construction.
I mean, this is just gonna be
easy... just slap a couple coats
of paint around, maybe a couple
of new doors.
You're gonna be in and out in a
few hours.
Yeah.
(Gasps): Oh!
Wow! Shit.
No wall!
That's... pretty awesome.
Okay, boys, let's get to work.
Yeah.
Look, I do construction for a living.
I mean, I thought ass kickers was just some sort of fun
workout club... you know, like... Crossfit.
Hey, man, you don't want to
take this seriously?
Hey, that's fine.
Why don't you give me those
stickers back, then?
Uh, no, I'm coming down with
a cold and I need mine.
Did you do, like, your
deer antler spray?
Some. But I'm running lower.
Have some of mine. Here.
All right, you know what, I
overreacted, boys.
I overreacted.
I snapped at you, and the master
wouldn't like that.
And I'm sorry.
I think maybe this is my mission
andcalling, so why don't you
guys find some other mission and
I'll handle this one, okay?
Thanks, Charlie.
All right, cool. Good luck.
Thank you. Goddamn it, Charlie.
It's fine. You know, the guys
have been working their asses off.
I got this. Look.
Dee, the master says fix it...
(Sighs) I'm gonna fix it.
*
Frank, is that you?
Missed you in there, pal.
Still pretty steamy, though, if
you want to hop in and...
What the hell's this?
Just watching a little TV.
Are those thin mints?
Oh, yeah, big-time, dude. I love these things.
I notice, uh... you're
looking a little out of shape there, bud.
I am?
Yeah. Yeah, and it's a shame, too,
because you've been looking so great lately.
So sexy. I was?
Yeah, so to see this is just disappointing.
To me, but, you know...
This disappoints you?
Yeah. What-what are you doing?
You taking a day off or something, is that okay?
I'm sure the master allows for that, though, right?
Well, I'm not really sure about that.
Oh, you're not sure, yeah.
Did the master not make that crystal goddamn clear?
In all those newsletters? Was that not clear?
I didn't... I didn't read into it like that.
Wow, wow.
I mean, I haven't read the things, but I've just... you
guys have been telling me and...
Thin mints, from what I
understand, that was a whole thing.
I think that was, like, rule number...
Oh, shit.
I... yeah.
I-i... I may have... I messed up
a little bit.
I hope he doesn't notice the
fat that I'm noticing sort of
accumulated all over.
But hey, maybe he won't notice.
I noticed, but maybe he won't.
Y-you don't think he would, or...
No, I think he will.
Uh, do you mind if I use the computer?
I'm just gonna grab this and
take it over here for a little
bit, okay?
Mmm.
And snap it back!
Bend and snap. (Grunts)
How's that neck, Cindy? Everything good?
How are the muscles? You feeling okay?
You may want to soak 'em a little bit.
Actually, I feel great. Oh, you feel great.
Frank, I'm in tremendous pain.
I'm not talking to you.
I'm talking to her.
I can't breathe.
Oh, she needs a cigarette break.
Could we stop, please?
I don't care what she needs.
I'm not talking to you.
Do whatever you want.
I'm trying to hurt her.
What?
Uh, well, it's... it... you
have to tear the fascial tissues
in order to tone the muscles properly.
According to the master.
Oh. Okay.
So you bend and you snap.
But snap your head back.
Bend... you see it?
Frank... And snap!
Frank, frank, frank, frank. We need to talk.
Uh, yo, Cindy, you keep
working. Go ahead.
Yeah, okay, you got it.
Hey, listen.
We gotta make a bit of an adjustment.
Tiny and jojo, they don't want
to do the construction, so I was
looking into what cults do to
force people into labor when the
mind tricks don't work, and one
of them was a personality test, right?
You basically just get a bunch
of dirt on people and you hold
it over their heads.
So, blackmail.
Yeah.
*
So this is a basic personality test.
It's really simple.
It just measures the amount of
guilt stressors that you're feeling.
You know, I took it, and I
just... it's changed my life.
(Whispering)
Yeah, Dee, what... what are guilt stressors?
Oh, great question, great question.
Apparently, secrets and lies
lead to guilt stressors and that's not good, you guys.
You know why? It impedes muscle development.
I have read that. Oh, really?
Yeah, yeah. Well, it's science.
Yeah, it's just basic science.
Oh, shit. Yeah. It does sound like good science.
So you guys just hang on to
that machine and talk about all
your regrets.
And what are regrets, again?
Y-you just talk about things you feel really guilty about.
Oh. Oh, okay. Uh, okay.
Do you want to... Yeah, I'll go.
Uh, Dee, where do my feet go?
Oh, it doesn't matter.
Okay, uh...
I ate a baby toad once. I'm not proud of it.
Uh, just kind of happened. It pains me to think about how
scared and confused it was and wondering, "why am I not home,
and why am I in some sort of acid pond..."
Okay. "That's burning my skin?"
And what if it was looking for its mother? It was just a baby.
Oh, yeah, I got an idea. How about we let one of these
guys, uh, give it a shot. Are you sure?
'Cause I don't really feel better, but all right.
Oh, I'll go. Yeah. Where do my feet go, Dee?
Dee, his feet? >> It doesn't make a goddamn difference.
Okay. I ate a toad, too.
Oh, god. Really?
I did. Am I good, am I good?
Yeah, yeah. Do it again. Okay.
Go ahead. (Cindy exhales)
Oh, I feel the burn.
Yeah, how's-how's the neck
feeling? How's the neck?
You know, it's not bad.
It's actually a little tight.
It's a little tight.
Well, how about if we hop in the healing pool...
Okay. And I'll give you some
touch therapy, so you don't seem
too weak for the master.
Yeah. Yeah.
I don't suppose that could hurt.
No, that won't hurt.
(Meditative music playing)
(Frank chuckles)
Oh, shit.
Oh, hi.
The water's wonderful.
When did you get in here?
Oh, you don't mind that we
came in first, do you?
There's plenty of room.
No, how long are you gonna be?
Well...
(Groans) Oh, man...
She thinks she has a tear
in her uterine wall, so it
might be a while. All right.
Let's-let's go... (Muttering)
I'm gonna go do a few more sets of kettlepops while, uh,
running the block a few times. Yeah, nice.
Don't want to disappoint the master. >> Mm-hmm.
You want to come? Go, you go get yourself good
and banged up. Okay.
Oh, yeah... Guys, guys, guys, there's
been a mistake, a terrible mistake.
I got a new newsletter from the master.
There's gonna be no more women,
no more wolf cola and no more
carpentry in ass kickers united.
This has all been a test
designed by the master to figure
out who the true believers are.
I passed, you failed and that's
why I'm going to level two.
(Dennis grunting) Oh, also, uh, Dennis will be
level two as well, but he'll be directly under me.
Wh-what? Where'd you get that from?
Uh, it was implied in the newsletter.
No. >> Well, how is Dennis in level two?
Or an ass kicker, for that matter?
Oh, he bought in.
He... bought in?
Come on, ass kickers, let's
get out of here before we're
tainted by these disgusting women.
All right. Crazy.
Cool!
Failed that test.
Go kick some ass, huh?
Go kick some ass!
(Chuckles)
(Frank grumbles)
Thought you could outmaster the
master, idiots?
So you swayed 'em back.
Uh, whatever.
We can do that, too.
Dee, you think this is easy?
You need years of practice to
even sniff my talent for manipulation.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have
a cult that needs a charismatic leader.
(Chuckles)
Yeah.
Goddamn it, frank.
Goddamn it! No.
No, we cannot let him get away
with this.
No, this is about something
different now, something much
more important.
Shit sandwich?
What? Why? What is that?
No. God.
No, this is about control now.
This is about control and it's
about beating Dennis.
I know exactly what we need to do.
(Snoring)
(Quietly): Deandra, we're all set.
Yeah?
Yeah.
He's out?
He's lit.
I have so much alcohol, and I
gave him three bottles of fight milk.
Whoa. That's a lot.
Okay, you ready? Got your cards?
Okay.
Okay. Here we go.
(Eerily): Charlie.
Charlie.
Say it louder.
Charlie, wake up!
Huh?
What's... what's...
What's happening?
It is I... the master!
Am I dreaming?
You're having a vision.
Am I peeing?
Uh... (Whispering): Is he peeing?
Just read the card.
You and the other ass kickers
must con... con...
What's that word? Congregate.
Congregate? What does that mean?
It doesn't matter. Just say it.
Congregate.
What does that mean?
Oh, god.
You know what? Just...
Hey, Charlie, hey.
Get all the ass kickers together
and meet at Mac and Dennis's
apartment, okay?
Lord zolo is gonna get you on
the mother ship.
Lord zolo?
Charlie... you've graduated
to the next level.
Congratulations.
And your reward is to get to
know all the secrets of the universe.
Yeah, there's just a few
things you have to do.
Okay.
I'll do them.
I'm peeing. Uh-oh.
Oh...
Okay, you guys, ready...
Holy shit!
Whoa! What the hell happened in here?
Hey, do you like it? Yeah, well, before master Rex
said that we weren't supposed to do carpentry, I talked to tiny
and jojo and they got their construction crew in here.
There's a wall.
Oh, you're goddamn right there's a wall.
I'm good. Dennis is gonna shit his pants.
Yeah... why? What are you good at?
Good at my... I'm a good
person, and you know what?
It's time to... to do the plan
that the master laid out, right?
I'm gonna take tiny in the
other room and make the pods ready. Come on, tiny.
You're so lucky. Oh, we got pods?
Yeah. Of course we got pods.
Lord zolo's gonna take you guys
on that mother ship with him,
you need pods.
Am I right, master?
Do-do I get a pod?
Okay, guys, guys, guys...
We got a... wow. Holy shit.
That's a wall.
Yeah. This place looks great.
You're goddamn right this place looks great.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's pretty
impressive stuff, Dee, but,
uh... it doesn't seal the deal.
Guys, I've got an announcement to make.
Yeah, we've got some big news here.
The master texted me while we
were on our way over here.
Oh, interesting.
Uh, I wonder how it's possible
that the master could've texted
you when he's been here with us
the whole time.
Rex is the master?
That makes so much sense.
Yep. Yes.
Oh, my...
Of course I know that Rex is
the master, and of course I
would never question the word of
someone so... wise.
But I actually got a text from
the supreme overlord master.
And that's Rex's master.
Oh, shit.
"Oh, shit," is right, you guys.
That's the... he's the big guy.
He sits right at the
tippy-tippy-top, and he made it
very, very clear to me that all
of you are going to need to...
Commit suicide.
Tits! I knew it! The final circle.
Yeah, okay, sure, but hang on a second.
Can I please talk to you for just a quick second?
Sure, sure, sure. Now, why don't you guys get
yourselves all lathered up in lighter fluid and, uh, you're
gonna get ready to light yourselves ablaze.
Thank you, thank you! All right.
Thanks for trusting me. Yeah, of course.
I did it. I won.
I am the most charismatic leader.
I got tiny to eat a shit sandwich.
Ugh!
Oh! Goddamn it! (Sputters)
I got him to eat a poopy.
You idiot!
I got these guys to think they
were going to another dimension.
I'm the winner.
Are you kidding me?
They were gonna light themselves
on fire for me.
I'm the winner. Oh...
Guys, guys, hang on a second.
The winner of what?
The... the ass kickers, okay?
The winner of the ass kickers.
It-it's mine, it's not theirs.
What?
It's mine, it's... the whole
thing's made up, I made it up.
Master Rex, is this true?
Oh, don't ask Rex. What...?
The fire is started.
Thank you so much for trusting me with this.
This is good-bye! No... goddamn it, no!
No, man, don't do it! Oh!
(Jojo screams) Run!
Hey! We'll get you some help, okay?
We'll call the fire department. Yeah.
Oh, god. Yeah.
And then we'll go to Dee's. Yeah, right?
No, no, can't we go anywhere else? >> No, Dee.
What if the supreme overlord tries to contact us?
He has to know where we are. Yeah, exact-exactly.
All right, well, at least he's on the mother ship now.
Yeah. >> Oh, my god! Unbelievable! Come on, let's go.
(Jojo screaming) Good luck, jojo!
Thank you! (Screaming)
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