And to the third query, I answer "yea."
Then raise yon skull goblet and drink deeply of the real human blood therein.
Thus, we name you a brazen potentiary, 33rd degree...
...in the exalted and supreme Brotherhood of Neptune.
- I greet you from the deeps. - Where Neptune never sleeps.
Behold.
The Infinity Trident, source of our fearsome power.
Dark forces wish to steal it, so guard it with your life.
Dude, you drank blood out of human skulls?
What do you--? This is a secret ceremony.
- Dude, nobody cares if you're Catholic. - I'm not Catholic. I'm-- Never mind.
I won't tell. Remember how we never found out who killed all those cats?
- No. - Exactly.
- Come on, now, tell me. - No. I'd have to initiate you.
- Dude, yes. - But if you reveal the secrets...
...of the Brotherhood, they'll destroy you and everyone you tell.
Shanks.
You can trust me.
I'm serious. Abraham Lincoln tried to outlaw the Brotherhood.
That's why Brother Booth whacked his ass.
- The Brotherhood's just an urban legend. - If you're so smart...
...who poisoned the world's supply of mac and cheese?
Nobody poisoned the mac and--
I thought they were just old guys who drive go-carts in parades.
Yeah, when they're not controlling every aspect of international finance.
- Wait. Isn't that the five Jew bankers? - Oh, yeah, the five Jew bankers.
- Hey, don't say that. - No, no, he's right.
You always hear about those five Jew bankers.
That's because Henry Ford wanted you to hear about the five Jew bankers.
- Stop saying "five Jew bankers." - Anyway...
...they're the Brotherhood's enemies, but we've got the Infinity Trident.
- So they can't be messing with us. - What the hell are you telling them?
See? Check this out. I greet you from the deeps.
Where Neptune never sleeps. Damn it.
He's gotta answer when I say that.
- One of their gay rules. - Shut up.
You do not know the forces at work here.
What are you gonna do? Get John Wilkes Booth to cap my ass?
There's no such thing as the Brotherhood of Neptune.
Then what's that?
- Frog gigger. - Now, if these weirdos...
...are into world domination, then I want in.
Yeah. Is it tons of rich guys?
Because I wouldn't mind meeting one of those five Jew bankers.
You told them about the five Jew bankers?
Hey. Enough with the... Dreidel.
Damn your blabbering mouth. Now I gotta initiate all of y'all.
Well, I'd rather die than join that creepy-ass cult...
...you-- You soctologizing old mantrap.
Oh, God.
Relax. Neptune, I invoke thy power.
- Oh, my God. - Now, you in?
Or does miniature John Wilkes Booth shoot you in the face...
-...about a billion more times? - No. Yeah, I'm in.
Then I shall avail myself of the Salisbury steak entrée. My leg.
Thus, I name thee neophytes of the first degree...
...in the exalted and supreme Brotherhood of Neptune.
- We greet you from the deeps. - Where Neptune never sleeps.
Okay, that's it. Help yourself to punch and cookies.
- I can't believe I drank human blood. - I can't believe I've had four cookies.
I said, I drank human blood.
That's why we always have punch after.
- Drink up. - So when do we get in on...
...all that international finance and oil cartels?
Well, now, hang on a minute. Y'all are just neophytes.
- So what? - So there's about 13 ritualistic murders...
-...between you and the cool stuff. - Murders?
Enjoy your punch.
Now, listen, I gotta make a punch run. Can y'all keep an eye...
-...on the Infinity Trident? - Hell, yeah.
But under no circumstances are y'all to fool around and unleash...
...its awesome and terrible powers.
Shanks. You can trust us.
- These boobs rock. - Those mosquito bites?
Okay, Quinn, your turn. Make a wish.
- You know what my wish is. - No, no, no.
Neptune, I invoke thy power.
You crappy bastard.
Okay, my turn.
Why don't you un-cripple yourself?
- Better idea. - Well, Hesh can't wait till tomorrow...
...because that's when Hesh starts his new job as a Solid Gold dancer.
- My legs. - This is gonna make it so much easier...
...to cripple people.
- Damn it, that ain't a toy. - I know.
- It's a magical super-crippler. - Son of a bitch.
- Neptune, I invoke thy power. - My legs.
My legs!
- Child, good thing you already crippled. - No. No.
- I was just lazy. - From now on, nobody touches...
-...the Infinity Trident but me. - Look out. Flying dead cat.
Neptune, I invoke thy power.
Neptune is my copilot.
Damn it.
Bad zombie cat. Bad zombie cat.
- Out of the way. - My leg.
Watch where you're going.
Man, this is one huge beaker of pus.
- Hey. - Hey, you hear something?
- Just all this pus sloshing around. - We certainly do have a lot of pus.
It's the most pus I've ever seen.
- And you've been to Europe. - Out of the way.
Oh, my God. We almost dropped this pus.
- Look out. - Watch it, ass.
- Move, idiots. - Come on, make a hole.
You better move your behind.
Those hats are murder.
- I bet we got 50 gallons of pus. - Don't quantify the pus.
The pus just is.
People are trying to carry pus here.
Legs, useless.
Hesh's dreams, shattered.
Glass.
Thumbtacks.
Lemon juice.
It burns with the power of lemons.
How could this be any worse?
Damn you, Fleegle.
For the love of God, just cut.
You're extending the joke.
Cut, cut, cut.
Cat, cat, cat.
- Oh, hell, he could be anywhere. - Maybe we should split up.
Maybe you should hush while the men are talking.
Maybe you'd like to wear your guts for garments.
Oh, my God, look.
Oh, what's he using the Trident for now?
Damn it, Neptune. I want an ass to match these cans.
Come on, already. I demand more junk in my trunk.
- Stop it, you idiot. - Stand back. I'm warning you, I'll zap you.
- Stop. - You wanna release the Kraken?
Oh, my God.
- The do what, now? - The Kraken.
The gigantic mythical beast who guards the Infinity Trident.
- Why didn't you say something before? - I was getting punch.
- We're never gonna get this pus home. - Not with that attitude.
Well, that's just terrific.
Thanks to your dumb-ass idiotic-ness, ll gotta go out and battle...
...the ferocious and terrible Kraken.
Godspeed, dude.
- Headlock. - Holy crap.
- Damn. - Oh, my God.
- Oh, Jesus, do you see that? - Did you see that?
Anybody who didn't see that ought to just go kill themselves right now.
- Way to go, Shanks. - Shut up.
I almost got killed thanks to you. Hope you're happy.
Am...
...for the first time in my life.
No.
Man, we thought that Kraken had you.
He would've. If Goo-goo-yasa hadn't shown up.
Don't thank me. Thank Pupumi.
And as barely believable as it sounds, I'm keeping the Infinity Trident for myself.
- The Brotherhood be damned. - What about the consequences?
What the hell are they gonna do about it?
Fools. No one defies the Brotherhood.
But, sire, without the Infinity Trident, we're powerless against the five Jew bankers.
You idiot. For about the millionth time, we made up the five Jew bankers.
Target destroyed, Mort Vader.
Excellent work, gentlemen.
Don't thank us. Thank Pupumi.
I'm gonna f*** him in the face.
Zombie cat loves you.
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