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You show up, you make shoes,
you go home.
Why would a cobbler shop
need a human resources department?
You'd be surprised.
Now, Artie,
it was your idea to use phoenix leather
for the new line of RKG-55s.
Can you tell us why?
Because phoenix leather is sturdy, long-lasting, low-cost,
and a phoenix killed my father.
Right. And the downside of using phoenix leather?
It bursts into flames?
That's right, best friend Tim!
Let's do some role-playing. Tim, Fran,
get up here and act like salespeople for once.
And, uh, try not to make out on the way.
- I volunteer to play the customer! - Whatever, Dwayne.
Tim, Fran,
you've got a customer whose foot is missing
because your product blew it off.
Now, how are you going to keep this customer loyal?
Give me a free shoe.
Ah!
And that's where HR comes in.
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Do I really have to wear this?
I'm just following orders.
Ah! From who?
From me!
I told you to bring me Merriman.
Instead, you murdered my best knight!
If you're gonna stab me in the back,
you're gonna look like a hot little slut doing it.
Great. We agree that I should die.
So, rather than make me go through this song-and-dance,
just cut out the middleman and kill me now.
Tell me more about how you should die,
- you bad boy. - What is wrong with you?
I'm not sure.
Oh, you're just such a delicious piece of ass in that outfit.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go think about you fighting for your life
while I rub up against a corduroy couch.
Ow! Ah!
The name's Angry Carl.
Nice G-string.
You here to fight, or are you our entertainment?
I'm just here to die.
Oh god. Well, that took a turn.
Nice bantering with you.
Name' s Nunchuck Johnny. My Christian name is Nuncharles Jonathan.
What are you in for?
I'm Patrick. I killed Sir Midnight Darkness X.
You killed Sir MDX?
But, he's supposed to be unkillable.
You must've used a flaming sword forged in the fires of a volcano.
It was a potato peeler.
You're Patrick the Peeler? Wow!
It's an honor to meet you. You might've heard of me, too.
I'm a slaughtering machine with no peen.
I like to kill, and I'm a little shrill.
The name's Clambo.
This spiel always makes me so uncomfortable.
Hey, guys! This kid Patrick's a stone-cold knight killer.
All hail Patrick the Peeler!
Uh, no, no, no. Listen, I'd rather not glorify the darkest moment of my life.
Patrick the Peeler!
Patrick the Peeler! Patrick the Peeler!
Girls! Cousin Blossom! I come bearing gifts.
Brand new hats for today's event.
Oh no, Human Shield!
Your ugly hat blew away!
- Be more careful. - You may join us at the arena
after you retrieve Human Being's hat.
Mr. Maxwell, your 1:00 is here for his interview.
Hello, sir! Here's my resume!
Hm, I don't see any cobbling experience here, but hey.
Yours truly didn't have any HR experience
when he started.
So, tell me about yourself, Mister...
Flier Guy. I lost my job
because the Old King banned printed words.
Sounds like him. What else is going on in the old kingdom?
How are the queen and princess?
Tulip and, uh, Flossom, was it?
- Not that I care. - Oh, get this!
Tulip exiled to mid-range island resort,
Blossom demoted to lady-in-waiting
for Princess Danielle!
Sweet Christ. Tulip must hate that.
And Blossom's pet peeve is poetic comeuppance.
At least they're both safe and sound.
- Not-not that I care. - But, front page news
is that a squire named Patrick the Peeler
is set to fight in the gladiator pit!
He murdered a knight sent to catch
the rogue King Merriman!
Patrick! He'll suffer an agonizing death!
- Not that I care! - Is this griffin skin?
I need a doctor!
Ah! A carriage drove over me!
Oh, it's a medical carriage. I'm all good!
Can my friend join us for lunch?
Of course, dear. She looks familiar.
What's her name?
Call her Ishmael. Just kidding. Her name's Tina.
Doreen, it's Queen Tulip in a pirate hat. Jesus.
You know I have hat blindness, Glenn.
Oh, no need to bow or bring out the fine china.
- Wasn't gonna. - Coral, where's Mark?
Dude owes me 20 bucks.
Seven serving four. Look out, babe!
Here comes the heat! Ah!
See that shot, Coral the volleyball?
Meh, who cares?
Yesterday, I juggled eight candelabras, all lit!
They're probably gonna promote me.
Strange. Something usually
stops the bowl from hitting the ground.
- Where's Patrick? - Scuttlebutt at work is that
he's been sentenced to fight in the gladiator pit.
Why didn't you say something!?
It's too late! He's probably walking out to fight right now.
I say we just enjoy our dinner and then play
a rousing game of...
Solitaire.
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You there!
I'm bored! Kill each other in a grisly fashion!
Throw in a slow-motion death or two.
Add some pizazz before I fall asleep.
Oh god,
Patrick's next. Oh...
Oh, dear god.
Are you not entertained?
These tickets are not cheap,
so it's important to me that you're entertained!
Sometimes, I just get insecure, you know?
Next match is a real doozy.
Six versus one,
but he can certainly hold his own
since he killed the legendary Sir MDX!
- _ - Hell yeah! That's my friend you're booing!
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Your last meal is here.
Hint, it's my pussy...
Just leave it on that bench, and I'll pick at it later.
Listen, idiot! You've been noble to a fault since we met,
and now, that nobility is going to get you killed
- if you don't fight. - That's the plan.
I killed Sir Midnight Darkness X.
If I killed a fellow knight, I deserve to die, too.
Oh Christ. Maybe I do need therapy.
Oh, fuck it. Go ahead and die.
You'll live on forever in my spank bank.
I actually came here to let you know
that Granddad has something...
awful in store for the finale.
So, better hope you're dead before then.
Ladies and gents,
please welcome the rest of the gladiators!
Ah!
Woo...
Hoo!
Give it up for Nunchuck Johnny!
Clambo!
The most murderous psycho in the land,
Patrick the Peeler!
Plus miscellaneous gladiators
you don't need to learn the names of. They will not have merch.
Here, take this.
Don't need any extra baggage.
I'm going straight to Hell.
Whatever you say, weirdo.
Peel those fuckers! Peel 'em!
Now taking bets on how long he'll last and the way he's going to die.
Two minutes tops. Skull caved in with a cudgel.
11 seconds. Suicide by cop.
Um, not cool, you guys. That's our friend Patrick.
Thanks, Commander Highroad. Didn't know you were allergic to money.
10 minutes, eaten alive.
I won't fight back. Just make it quick.
He's faking it! Don't trust him!
Yeah, he lures you in, and then he stabs you in the eye.
Oh, Patrick. I can't bear to look!
Kiss each other!
Patrick! Sign my peeler!
- Uh, go get him, Carl. - You go get him, Jonathan.
- Ladies first. - Fuck off!
Look! Patrick the Peeler is so powerful,
he killed two people without even touching them!
- No, I didn't! - He's a demon!
He's controlling our minds! Don't make eye contact!
Everyone, close your eyes and whistle!
Ah!
All my best friends are dead.
Ah! Whose sword do I have to fall on to get a quick death around here?
You've been peeled, motherfuckers!
That was amazing! Encore!
Everyone, take a bow!
I'll have your fool head on a pike!
Daddy?
I'll deny you, you punk-ass bitch!
Where the fuck have you been?
Danielle made me get a job and look Human Shield in the eye.
Oh, Petal, that's terrible.
I'll have Human Shield drawn and quartered.
No, don't! She's my best friend.
Alright then.
I need to get inside.
This future dead man says my gate code isn't working.
No, Grandpa changed it. Now, it's "Vanessa got dat azz,"
and ass is spelled with two Z's.
- Patrick dead? - I don't know.
Danielle wouldn't let me go to the executionnn
for no reasonnnn!
We have to save him before it's too late.
To the Merriman-mobile!
Peeler!
Okay, everybody out. I'll find parking.
This is dad business.
Peeler! Peeler! Peeler...
And now, for the grand finale!
Our champion, Patrick the Peeler!
Wow!
Patrick's actually doing great. Look at that little tushy.
He gets that from his mother.
And our mystery challenger,
from the top of the endangered species list,
a motherfucking dragon!
Oh boy. That is a big fucking bird. Fuck!
Oh yeah. This oughta do the trick.
Peeler! Peeler! Peeler...
I love you, sweetheart! Don't give up!
Oh my god, what am I doing?
I can't give up. I have people who love me.
I won't let my mom watch me die in a G-string.
Mm!
I am delighted and disturbed by how good that smells.
Blinkerquartz, give Patrick a fucking teammate!
Mm-hmm.
Hm...
I have, um, 50 bucks on Patrick.
Ooh! I want some of that action.
$10 trillion on Hat Trick!
- Uh... - Don't panic, Patrick!
I'm a certified dragon specialist,
and I'm here to help.
Don't panic, Patrick!
We're here to save you!
Oh shit! It's a motherfucking dragon!
Wow, Blossom. They really hate you.
Merriman sucks! Merriman sucks!
We're ambivalent about Blossom, but Merriman sucks!
Merriman?! And Blossom?!
Why does she have that poor person costume on? In public?
My little crotch fruit returns, eh?
Release the gladiators!
Say hello to the RKG-55!
It's an HR nightmare.
I need to get up to the old man!
Where the hell'd you learn that?
Public school.
Ha!
Holy shit!
You stole my crown, sonny boy.
Come get your spanking.
With pleasure.
That came out weird.
I mean I'm about to hurt you,
and you won't be spanking me.
Oh, this is gonna be epic.
- Back off! - No! You back off!
You back up first!
Epic.
Cousin! Come back here!
Get away from him,
you bitch and/or bastard!
Mom! What are you doing?!
Have you all gone insane?! Get out of here!
Patrick! A mother always protects her baby.
Her baby... Her baby... Her baby...
Ah! Whoa!
Oh. I knew you looked familiar.
Hey! That's assault!
Have you gone crazy, Patrick?
Blarney, you're the first thing he saw when he hatched!
He thinks you're his mom!
Aw. Guess I'm missing something pretty good.
- Blarney! - Blarney! And also the other one!
I'm so sad!
I'm so rich.
I'm so...
wet?
On the other hand, all dragons look alike to me.
- I've killed us both. - Ah! Well, thanks a lot, Patrick!
I was in the prime of my...
Oh, who am I kidding? I've been dying to pull the ripcord.
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That's the answer!
You beautiful, disappointing lush!
- Hey! - Give me one of your handkerchiefs.
Has anyone laughed at this ever?
Not even the smallest child.
I'm gonna blow a hole in this dragon, and we're home free.
No, you're not!
Wasting booze is party foul number one, brother!
This... is...
not... a party!
Holy shit!
What the fuck?
Ah! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!
It worked!
We're alive! Oh.
That's the closest I've ever come to giving up on my oath.
I will never tempt fate again.
Not your finest hour.
Are you okay to fly, my friend?
Yeah, me neither. Come on. There's a great after-party at the dump.
- You're dumb! - 'Fraid not.
You are, and Vanessa agrees, right, baby?
- Give her back... - Everybody!
Your so-called king thinks this children's toy is the queen!
Is this the leader you want?
Say goodbye to your girlfriend.
You'll address her as Mother.
No...
Silly me. Guess that wasn't an exploding one.
Oh, Dad. Jesus...
Your king has wet himself!
You know what to do.
Insolent fools! Don't you remember?
I pee, you pee!
Twelve years ago,
I made a choice that this man was unfit to lead.
Now, it's your turn to make a choice.
If you disagree with me, you now must pee.
My pants are dry, Your Majesty!
Uh-huh. I spilled beer on my pants,
so it looks like I peed myself,
but I don't want that crazy old king, Your Majesty!
My pants are dry, Your Majesty.
My pants are dry, Your Majesty!
My pants are dry...
Your Majesty!
I have never been so proud to be your king.
Or even proud at all!
I won't let you down,
until the next time I let you down.
Ow! Ow!
Oh god.
Nice ass, Patrick!
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All hail the rightful ruler, King Merriman.
All hail King Merriman!
Thanks for keeping Crownie safe.
Thanks for coming back to save me.
Ah, I was running errands in the neighborhood anyhow.
I will never let you down again, sire.
Kiss each other!
It's over for you hoes!
Danielle's a psycho, but I'll miss her, Broth.
Wherever she is, I hope she's okay.
I hope she's dead.
Oh, fuck my life.
A lifetime of planning, and I was only on the throne for a week.
Oy vey.
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