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Good shot there from Tate!
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Emergency. It's not an emergency. It's an emergency meeting.
How many months do you mean about work?
Thank you.
The best is to say that.
Have a good spot.
*thud*
Thank you.
-Probably a celebration.
Thank you.
Thank you.
This doesn't make sense.
Are we sparkling sparklers?
I'm going to throw the apple.
Bye.
No one cares what you think, Luke.
Give me champagne glass.
Thank you.
I'm nothing about fancy. Does this look like champagne? Do I look fancy?
drinking beer out of champagne glass yeah sparklers for no reason the business is over
And we're in lockdown.
I was burning chest pieces over there.
Burn the chess piece, it's fine.
I think they're shooting cannon at them.
Okay.
It's very intimidating. That's how you win chess. That's how you win.
You couldn't beat me. The greatest Grandmaster couldn't beat me. I sparkled his arms.
He might, he might.
*laughs*
Here's the thing, brother. You...
Would you like a beer? Would you like some champagne? No thank you. Would you like some champagne again? Champagne again? Yeah champagne again.
It's a new drink.
It's when you try to look sexy and fancy, but really you're a scum man who drinks cans of beer.
Hmm...
So how is this at a meeting? It's an emergency meeting to discuss the problems that we face in our lives.
Thank you.
Problem number one.
We need to find Luke. We need to send Luke back to America. Problem number one is we get your Luke. Alright. Urgently. Tired of him. Problem number two.
Get rid of Rory.
Shit. In part number three, you get rid of me and I'll get rid of you.
Who's problem number three? Who's the one left? Yeah.
We go to each other.
Business could finally function without us slowing it down.
kind of directors array.
Doesn't make any sense.
- Champagne again?
No.
All right, well, I'm going to get back to work. You like some legit champagne? You're not allowed to. Are we done with the emergency meeting? No, this is work mail.
We see this, y'all.
Would you like a Cuban cigar?
I will actually have a Cuban cigar. - Hmm hmm hmm. - How do you drink some champagne again?
Terms and conditions my friend. Champagne again.
It doesn't even look good.
It actually tastes like... weird. Tastes like cold beer in a glass.
It's going crazy, isn't it?
It's an elaborate drink.
If you want to fight, you can't. Put the clothes on right now, I will fight. Do you want to, yes or no? I do not want to. Why? Because...
You're good. I'm very good.
Try to put this glove on because the tire burn.
sent flaming rubber everywhere. Okay.
Landed on my hands.
And you can see when I try to remove the burning rubber, I lose the skin on my hands.
Thank you.
Thank you.
It made a fight more painful than it needs to be. *Coughing* It's been a fucking... *Coughing*
But you want to put my gloves on first, dude.
All right, whatever.
Thanks for trying to mess around with burning bikes.
Thank you.
*laughs*
Thank you.
Cool.
I'm going to go.
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We interrupt this program for a special news bulletin.
- Thank you.
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- Okay.
- Hold on, hold on.
You know what, everyone's gonna ask us. I'm gonna say it now in advance. You know what messages I'm getting? Everyone's messaging me already saying,
How do you, how are you guys so rich? How do you travel the world? How do you have such a fucking amazing life? How are your arms so big and chiseled?
And the answer is the same.
We make a lot of money, we make it online, I'll teach you how. I'll teach you how.
I'll put a link in the description. Stop fucking asking me that question. Stop inboxing me. How do you make money? It's in the description. That's how we make money.
Thank you.
*outro music*
You can go to bed.
We don't.
The A, Atlanta, the A. Shut up about Atlanta. Luke keeps talking about Atlanta and how much he wants to go. I'm not going to Atlanta. You're a brilliant man of Atlanta.
What fun things could you do?
You can't drive supercars the way we drive them, because you get arrested in a jail.
You can't go to the club because you're going to get shot by Dwayne.
Yep. You can't. All the girls are all bleeding fat.
It's true.
You can't even show off too much in the underworld.
So what would you do if you were rich in Atlanta?
No, I don't want to go. You guys bring it up until I bring it up. You can't wait to go to Atlanta. Why? I don't want to go.
I 0% want to go to Atlanta.
Thank you.
Getting annoying. I've never asked ever.
Where did Ryan Spoke album come from?
"Line Sto Cowboy" is one of my favorite songs. My granddad used to sing it.
You kind of.
The drunken wife abuser.
- He used to sing "Lionstone Power Boy" - You are my friend, Dad.
We used to go in the pub, spend all the money and walk home singing this and neighbours used to tell them to shut up.
Yes.
I do get that. I didn't know him very well but
No, but can you just imagine being drunk in this song making you really happy walking home to the park? On me! Yeah, you spent all your wages.
Like a rhinestone cowboy.
Thank you.
Bye.
There's no way he knows what he does
- Because of idea.
He's a loser.
Luke has got a clue. Luke, I stacked them up so high they crashed down on me.
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Something tall!
Close the door! Close the door!
Fuck you. You're a loser.
Oh, good job.
I'll get you, you fucking dumbass.
So listen, he might know what I'm doing by now. Now he's fully aware of the game, the crash woke him up. Well fuck him.
So you know what's happening. No, you don't.
You do not know the full extent of your demise,
fucking
someone to gather
Loser.
You are done for. In the words of Ned Flanders, you're done diddly young for.
I will defeat you by the power of repeating the same mistake. You can fuck off. I'll beat you.
Forever. I am the king. Give me more beers. Give me more beers. Here we go.
Nice coal, Heineken. Closing up your door. Your tomb. Sealing you in like an Egyptian pharaoh. But a pharaoh without the cash. Pharaohs had money. If you sealed me in my tomb, I'd have my money. My bitcoin, my dollars, my euros. I'd have cash. Who are you? You're a fucking...
Egyptian dork! Get this: Egyptian loser! You're the Egyptian guy who sold goats to the man who fucked them for money. You're a dork!
Is this going to...
Oh, sorry. Is this going to impede his movements tomorrow morning? He can't move.
You open the door, it falls in on them.
You win.
Are these two heimikins gonna impede our movement tomorrow? Absolutely, absolutely. There's nothing left, look.
Everything's done.
So...
That sure can.
Oh, roll one.
Thank you.
*Clapping*
Can we drink a nice cold beer between our friends? We can.
-Someone!
Emergency meeting.
*Dramatic music* A bird's in the war room! Let's go!
Amen.
A setup. It's an emergency meeting in the world. Who do you think I am? Emergency meeting. Let's go.
Emergency me Luke, let's go!
You know that every time anyone says emergency meeting, we have to meet in the war room. Let's go.
Yeah.
you
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Lou!
You're on your way.
Cool.
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- Stop shooting the trigger.
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*gunshot*
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Why? It's still beer! There's a beer all over the ground!
Ha, ha, ha.
Yeah.
All right, emergency meeting.
Why is he listening?
*crying*
But do you think you hear this? I think it's okay to see your people's identity, you cunt. Who am I, Andrew? Who am I?
Is that black eye? Is that big dog? Yeah, because I can't block punches. I block punches in my face. Wait.
Ha!
*music*