Right, girls?
- Ooh-hoo!
Hool
Yeahl
All right!
Attaboy, Eric.
Now, see, that's some slick advertising.
Thanks, Pop.
Reminds me of, what, that
Terry Bruckheimer movies.
Yeah. Top Gun.
- Thanks.
- H/ya, Er/c.
I'll handle this, Myron.
Thanks.
- Hey.
- We're in the market for some used droids.
I should start you guys off
with a new set of wheels first...
unless you're cool riding
around in the same rusted old shit box...
you've had since the 10th grade.
Hey, hey, hey!
She may not look like much,
but she's got it where it counts.
Uh, why are you guys here?
Do you wanna look around the lot a little bit,
drive something? What?
No. Uh, we came to talk about L/nus.
Well, he just needs to realize
that people lose touch.
- That's just k/nd of the way th/ngs work.
- He's dying, Eric.
- What?
- He's got cancer, man.
He's tr/ed everyth/ng to get better,
but noth/ng seems to work.
Odds say three, four months maybe.
And you guys are telling me this now?
We wanted to tell you
months ago, honestly...
but Linus made us promise
not to say anything.
The way we see /t, you guys have been
best fr/ends s/nce, I/ke, first grade.
So we figured you got the r/ght to know.
You got the r/ght to make your peace.
How am I supposed to make my peace
when the guy doesn't even want me to know?
With all due respect, Eric,
this isn't about you.
- L-You know what?
- Holy shit.
- Jesus Christ.
- If it ain't C-3Penis Face and R2-Dickhead.
What did you just say, you giant bastard?
- Well, well put.
- Thank you.
- Still see you're driving the nerd-mobile.
- Chaz, you're an idiot.
Hey, you know what? While you're out here
sticking G.I. Joes up your butt...
I convinced Dad to let me
recut the commercial.
So suck it. Huh?
Aw, see, you fl/nched.
That's gonna be two, Pr/ncess Le/a.
Nanu-nanu.
Get a haircut.
- We should have killed him when we had the chance.
- Yeah.
Jackass. Linus is coming over
to the carriage house later. So are you.
Bye, Eric.
No I/ghtn/ngl No I/ghtn/ngl
- Aw, shit. I'm a midget.
- I'm gonna flatten your ass right now.
Ah!
Suck it, Count Fagula.
Wow!
- There's no team/ng up.
That's a rule!
Owl Head crampl
Don't kill me.
- Hey.
- Donkey balls.
You made it, man.
Your mom sa/d clean up th/s sh/t- hole
or no gr/lled cheese for a week?
That's emotional blackmail,
and you know it!
- Screw youl
- I will sue you! Renter's rights!
- You don't pay rentl
- Damn. Damn!
- What the hell is he doing here, man?
- It was Hutch's idea.
Grab a controller.
We're ganging up on Windows in Mario Kart.
I can't.
I came to talk to Linus actually.
Can I talk to you alone, man?
Linus. Hey, stop walking.
Linus! Hold up, man.
- Stop. What the hell, man? I did nothing to you.
- Exactly. You did nothing.
Absolutely noth/ng.
Eric Bottler graduates high school
and never looks back.
You bailed on our plan, Bottler!
What plan?
To be the next big thing in comics?
Come on, man.
That was never gonna happen.
I did what I had to do, dude. I grew up.
I'm the only one who did.
- Look at you guys.
- You can fool everybody...
with this cheap suit,
salesman-of-the-year pitch.
But I know you better than anybody...
and deep down,
you are one miserable son of a bitch.
- Miserable, huh?
- Yeah. Miserable.
Miserable is wasting your life
in Hutch's garage playing video games...
arguing whether or not
Luke really had a thing for Leia.
You know as well as anybody...
that as soon as Luke knew Leia
was his sister, it was hands off.
They still kiss.
That was Leia kissing Luke
to make Han jealous.
That was the second time.
The first time-
The first time they're about to die!
- They were not, you liar.
- They were swinging 30,000 feet in the air.
You know when you're a sibling, okay?
There's something innate.
- There'

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