[low music in headphones]
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Yo.
Hey, yo.
Yo, yo.
Excuse--Excuse me?
Oh man, oh man, oh man.
I'll tell you one thing,
if 9/11st were to happen up on this here plane,
psht, don't worry.
We got this.
Oh.
Okay, I have no idea what you're talking about.
He said that if them terries is gonna try something
up in here today, like the bounce, boogie, and bump,
that we got this shit on lock.
Terr--Do you mean terrorists?
- Oh yeah. - Hells yeah, baby.
He ain't talking about Teri Garr.
And I certainly ain't talking about no terry cloth.
I mean, if a terry up on this plane,
even thinking about trying to do something,
we gon' draxx him up.
You're gonna-- You're gonna what?
We're gonna draxx him sklounst.
I think what my partner's trying to say
is if any terries come up in here,
- we gon' get our Berger on. - Yeah.
Did something happen, or did I miss something?
Is this hypothetical, or...
Oh, we're gon' definitely drop some hypotheticals
on that terry's clavicle, 'cause I'm talking 'bout...
[imitates neck breaking]
[both imitating blood spurting]
Don't you just wish though?
Don't you just wish in your heart of hearts...
Yeah. Yeah.
Some terry would come up in here, trying some grab-ass,
and the touchy-feely?
That's the opposite of what I want to have happen on a plane.
Okay. That's unfortunate.
Conference.
This was unexpected.
It certainly was.
I'm thrown right now as to who's gonna be our comrade.
I can still hear you.
He doesn't have the heart, nor the gumption.
You're literally right next to me, so...
On three, break.
Three.
Yoo-hoo.
I got an idea, feel free to say no,
but can we switch seats?
I will not take no for an answer.
Why?
That's the combat seat, Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
If you gon' be in the combat seat
then you gots to be willing to blast up on some terries.
Because with great power
come great responsitrillitrust.
Okay. I just-- I just wanted some leg room.
Um...
Okay, Max Legroom.
You get yours.
Meanwhile, I'm gon' go Hayden Pantinerry
on some terries.
Especially when they get froggy.
Ribbit, ribbit.
- Yeah. - Um...
You gon' have to be ready to kidnap a terry.
- I don't-- - You gon' have to be ready
to torture a terry.
I don't think that's necessary.
Absolutely, you have to fireboard those motherjammers.
I don't even understand what that means.
Do you trust me?
No.
I'll take that as a yes.
Okay.
Trust.
These terries come up in here trying to act froggy...
Whoo!
Then we gon' give them the Rainbow Connection.
Here, froggy, froggy, froggy, froggy.
Is that a box cutter?
Oh, you best believe it, baby.
We gon' be eatin' like Diane Keaton.
2.36 inches, baby.
Shifax.
Perfectly leg-well.
And if those don't work,
you know I'm working up that Plan B, brother.
[suspenseful music]
You have a gun?
Oh, yeah. 3-D printer, baby.
100% polyurethane.
They can't detect these mamajamas.
They have a-- They have a weap--
They have-- They--
They have a weapon! They have a weapon!
- Oh, God! - These guys got a weapon.
- Who got a weapon? - Where you at terry?
Everybody relax. We takin' control of this plane.
No, wait a minute, I'm not with them.
[all shouting]
The guy on the right is the ringleader.
Ow!
I don't know them. I don't know them.
I don't know those guys.
I'm on vacation.
[whimsical music]
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Draxx.
Them.
Sklounst.