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-Almost finished packing.
I don't want to brag but I'm really good at it.
When I was 12 I rolled a score over on an arcade Tetris
machine so.
Anyway, we're leaving tomorrow for the gaming convention.
The Guild is carpooling in Vork's creepy van so as long
as there's not an Amber alert out we should arrive tomorrow
ready for a weekend of--
I'm not really sure.
I've never been to a nerd's extravaganza before, but
getting offline and out of my element will be awesome.
Give me some space to work out my chaotically aligned
feelings about Zaboo.
Am I into him?
Do I want to do the nasty with him?
The idea isn't repulsing me but whatever.
Road trip.
[CAR HORN HONKING]
-I spy with my little eye, oh, a family of
six flipping us off.
-Ah, Tink, that looks like a very fun game but if you could
lower this a bit so I can see this area better.
-Back off.
God, why did I agree to go on this trip?
Vork, do something.
-Bladezz, stop doing whatever it is you're doing to Tink.
-Hey, it's that family again still giving us the bird.
-I'll have your license, fiend.
-Dude, how am I driving?
Hello?
-Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
-Clara, don't make me pull this Guilt over.
-Are you watching the video I made you?
-Oh my god, you made High School Musical?
-No, I record your kids saying goodbye to us.
It was super cute.
-They noticed?
Now they're going to tell Wiggly I left.
Fudgenuts!
-I spy with my zombie eye--
-My fist coming toward your face it you don't shut the F
up.
-Come on, Tink.
Everybody loves a car game.
Ow.
OK.
Punch buggied, good one.
-Come on, you guys.
We're going to have so much fun at this convention.
I mean, we're going to play the games, get to know each
other better.
Right, Zaboo?
-Yeah.
Midnight Munchkin Madness alliterated.
-Screw that.
Let me out.
-Psychological studies show that rats housed in
uncomfortably close proximity become overly aggressive and
gnaw each other to death.
-We may be close.
-Codex, what the hell is this?
-Oh, it's nothing.
-What?
What are you guys talking about?
I want to be involved in everything that
you're talking about.
-Conference in the south wing, now.
That better be a suicide note.
-I was just--
I don't know.
What do you think about it?
Him and me?
-You've gone from hot stud guy to guilted
guild leader to Zaboo?
Your relationship patching system is seriously going in
the wrong direction.
-He is not a down grade.
I mean, look at him.
What's wrong with him?
-Oh, oh, oh.
The license plate game.
The winner gets a lesson from me in Four Tran.
[BELCH]
and it's going to smell like burrito.
-Maybe I just want someone who's nice to me for a change?
And warlock priest combo is killer, right?
-Middle Earth to Codex, that's not real life.
-Well, maybe it can be.
Does it hurt to try?
-Yes.
-But you knew the convention was happening
sometime this yearish.
Why are you acting so surprised?
-You can't mess with Kevin Nader.
The dude hooked us all up with rooms and tickets.
I am a special guest, remember?
With air quotes.
-That little *** departed me from my hard earned
capitalist funded Guild Hall.
I intent to report him to the head's of the game personally.
-Before this car stops I want to play the license plate
game.
-Oh boy.
[SCREAMING]
-Polo shirt clad woman.
We're here for the festivities.
-Please let us out.
-Welcome to the Mega Gama Ramacon.
We're only taking registrations tonight.
The convention opens tomorrow, but--
-Excuse me.
Hey.
Vork, tell her you're chauffeuring a special guest.
-I think she got that.
-Oh, wow.
A special guest?
Are you kidding?
Follow me.
-Yep, already loving this.
-I'm officially authorizing the use of this parking area.
I can't breath.
Oh my god.
Hi.
We are so honored to have you at our convention.
-Ahem, excuse me?
Hi, I'm the special guest.
What kind of VIP treatment is this?
-Oh my god.
I'm sorry.
Did I just insult you?
-Hey, hey, hey, calm down.
It's OK.
You can't know everyone, right?
-Oh, excuse me.
I'm not just everyone.
I'm the Cheesy Pirate kid.
I'm a meme.
-I'm sorry.
I'm sure lots of people are really
excited you're attending.
I mean, not that I'm not.
-Oh, whoa, I think we found someone more neurotic then
you, Codex.
-Yeah, I told you this would be a great weekend.
-Are you having spasms or something because your face is
twitching.
-OK, look, we have rooms and badges under the name Finn
Smoulders, OK?
I don't want stalkers showing up to my door offering their
bodies unless they're double D certified, got it?
-I have you here for six badges but as for rooms, we
don't provide those to guests.
-What?
-What?
What?
-OK, um, Kevin Nader told me that he'd hook me and my
guildies up.
-So you just assumed everything was taken care of
under the classification hook up?
-That's how the elite speak.
-So you don't have any rooms at all?
-We're homeless.
I knew this would happen.
Mama.
-Yo, step.
Oh, it's Cheesy internet Pirate dude.
-You rock, Cheesy.
-Argh.
-OK, see?
Do you really want to deprive the convention of that?
-OK.
OK.
OK.
OK.
Let me see what I can do.
-OK.
-All right.
I'm
-OK.
-One room.
Everything else in town was taken.
-Sweet.
A four bed.
Let's check out the view.
-First person to flatulate sleeps in the hall.