Expiration Date

[Screeching tires] ♪ ♪ [phone ring] Gwaa! Bwaa! What?! What? Oh. Scout, it's Pauling. Tell me you got the briefcase. Yeah sure. And nobody saw you? Ah. Basically nobody. Scout, I'm here right now. Well, that's a funny story... Hello, Mrs. Pauling! We killed everyone and took a briefcase! Not everybody, Soldier. You left seven witnesses, guys.

[Gunshot] Six.

Pauling : Look, just keep the briefcase safe, okay? Have a good weekend, guys. Goodbye, Mrs. Pauling! I'm leaving the van now! Bye bye. Okay then. Hey, hey, Mrs. Pauling! Before you go. Ahh— [Scout stammering] Scout. What? Say something. You're probably real busy this weekend, right? Funny you should mention that. Um. Looks like I will be burying bodies all weekend.

So that you don't go to jail. Oh g-good. So we're both busy.

[sirens] Oh. Got to go. Lot of people busy with business. SPY: Asking out that dial tone again, I see. Go to hell, Spy!

Hey, look at all this. What have you two eggheads been workin' on? Nice catch. Yeah. Listen. Ah... We've been running some experiments on the teleporter. Well yeah. Y'all ought a take a look at this. [Teleporter sounds] Scout: Wow. You can teleport bread. That is. Big news. Um. Is the Demo back with the beer yet?

Whaaaa! What the hell is that?! Tumors. Y'all know what this means right? Soldier: Ahhhhhhh! We cannot teleport bread anymore! Engineer: Whoa! Whoa... Not exactly, Soldier. You teleport as much bread as you like. That goes for all of ya. If there's something any of y'all wanted to do before you— Well. Died. Now would be a good time.