(liquid bubbling) - Holy (beep) - What kind of psycho? His own grandson? - [Mustached Goon] Guess he
took his threat pretty serious. - [Lead Gangster] Yeah, but it
just doesn't make any sense. - [Black Coat Goon]
Well, he was a scientist. Maybe he knew more about acid. Maybe it's like the
most painless way to go. - [Lead Gangster] How could
that have been painless? You saw that pause before
the bones floated up. That had to be five seconds
of unparalleled torture. I can't get my head around it. I, I thought I'd seen this
galaxy at its darkest. This is going to take
a while to feel normal. - [Mustached Goon] We're
pretty good listeners, boss. Drinks are on us if you
want to talk it out. - [Lead Gangster] Thanks,
but what happened, it happened here. I don't want to lose the moment. - [Black Coat Goon] Take your time, boss. We'll stay here as long as you want. - [Mustached Goon] Absolutely,
I got nowhere to be. - And then little Tommy Flim-flam's running down the Hyperloop. His ass is on fire from Xenon fluid, but his AI hologram is
(beep) in his own P (beep). - Great story boss. - Really detailed. - Yeah, well I got a million of them. All right, I think I'm ready
to deal with the world now. Let's get out of here. - [Mustached Goon] Should
we drop our buddy in here before we go? - [Lead Gangster] Yeah,
probably a good idea. - [Mustached Goon] Should
we use a different vat? Does acid lose its acid
power the more it dissolves? - [Black Coat Goon] What
am I, an acidologist? Here, grab that rat like creature. We'll do a little test. - [Lead Gangster] Look, if
you're gonna test the damn acid, don't use a rat. Take that ladle, grab a spoonful
and put it in the analyzer. (laser fires) (gangsters shout in surprise) - I'd say that's pretty
acidy, drop them in. - [Lead Gangster] What are you doing? - [Mustached Goon] You said. - [Lead Gangster] Not the rat, the guy. - [Mustached Goon] Oh. - [Lead Gangster] Look at the
size of the bones on that rat. - [Mustached Goon] Oh, how many
sets of bones this rat got? - [Black Coat Goon] Look how
the smaller ones are shaped, their like little cartoon bones. Like if you drew a bone in art class. - All right that tears it, I'm canceling the rest of my night and calling a bone scientist. We're getting to the bottom of this. - Jesus (beep) Christ enough already. (rat squeals) (laser fires) (laser fire continues) (acid bubbles) Can we go? - The (beep) is wrong with you. - Just admit it was a shitty idea. - Having a grandson. - The vat of fake acid. Are you dying of dementia? - How are you talking to me like this? When did you get so cocky. - Tonight. Tonight, Rick, the night I saw you fail. - Because you ruined it. - It was pre-ruined. - Oh was it worse than
when I was a pickle? Oh, that's right. You weren't there for that. It turns out, kind of cool. Maybe there's a connection there. - Excuse me. - What's that cool thing
you did without me again? The awesome thing? I guess you wanted a dragon. Unforgettable. - God, (beep) you. - Timely too. You really got in on that
"Game of Thrones" fever right at the peak. - You trying as hard as you
can to hurt me right now. Proves my point. - I'll let you know when you have a point. And the world will know
when I try to hurt you. - Big man, big genius, big lonely drunk. - Save some of these atomic age, beatnik singers for your
English homework, but Pakowski.
