Guys? M-Maybe we should just go.
This doesn't feel like a good idea.
Shut the fuck up, Sky!
I swear, you are such a wet tampon.
Like, why are you even here?
Because you-you remember you wanted to use my phone
- to order drugs? - And?
Because I just moved here and I don't have any other friends?
Exactly. If it wasn't for me and Bree,
you'd still be playing mancala
or watching The Wiggles like a dumbshit.
I can fit only one.
My point is, you owe us, Sky.
So I'm gonna need you to get in the car and get us
- our marijuana. - Whoa...
You brought money, right?
Ow.
No, no, no! Front seat!
Um, I, uh, I would love one $20 marijuana bag,
uh, and yeah, that's about it.
Huh.
What your name is?
Um... Sky.
How do you feel about the ocean, Kyle?
The ocean? Uh, well, I, you know,
I don't really like the beach too much.
- Um, sand gets in my butthole. - Motherfucker! He found me!
Whoa...
Ow.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Fucking fish! They'll tell him everything!
Fuck!
Here. Go. Get the fuck out.
Fuck off! Fuck you! Go!
Guys, guys, guys, guys. Get this.
Bree?
Tiffany?
Guys?
We're supposed to smoke the stems, right?
My cousin says they're the best.
They got, like, extra marijuana in them.
- Give it here.
- Don't take it all. - Guys, I have to tell you something.
If you have to poop, just go to the backyard like last time.
No, it's not... it's not that.
Check this out.
It's V. Compound V.
Like on the news.
The... It... it gives you superpowers.
Sky, we're not doing your liquid meth.
Just hurry up and take a hit of the joint.
Oh, man, I'm fi... I'm good.
Take a hit, loser!
Oh, it's great.
Okay.
They're right.
No way this is V.
Fuck it.
Oh. Ew.
Oh, man.
I real... I really hope that wasn't meth.
- Hello? - Oh. Oh. Who's there?
- Help! Get me out of here. - What?! H-How?
- On the count of seven you need to push. - Why seven?
One... seven!
What the...?
- Aah! Aah! Whoa! Whoa!
- Whoa! - Whoa!
Oh, wow. This-this can't be happening.
- This-this actually can't be happening. - This can't be happening.
How'd I get here?
Who am I?
Hey, I ate that marble when I was a kid.
I never saw it come out. Wait.
Is that... is that corn?
Junior high school.
Rachel Weiner's Mexican-themed bat mitzvah.
It was the first time I had elote,
and then I farted while doing "Cotton-Eyed Joe"
and blamed Alyssa Kirkwood because she was six eight.
But you knew that.
It's like we're...
Connected.
Please! I swear I don't have the V!
The kid, Kyle, she had the body type of Snoopy.
I swear, she took it.
How do I find her?
- I don't know. - No, you don't seem to understand.
This is how I convince Vought
to finally put me back in The Seven.
-So I'm pretty fucking motivated to find this V right now.
She phoned me! For drugs!
Oh-ho! Thanks for the help.
Do whatever you want.
Oh. Thank you.
I wasn't talking to you.
Oh.
Aah...!
- What's wrong? - It's just...
I hate the way I look.
I wish I was pretty, like you.
Like me?
Well... well, I think you look really beautiful.
Thank you.
Maybe tomorrow we can, um, do a soft wave.
I would love to do a soft wave on you.
By the way, um, do you have a name?
I don't think so, no.
What name would you give me?
Well, my mom's name was Georgia, and, uh,
I-I always loved that name.
Makes me think of her when I hear it.
Wow. But would it be okay if I named myself Areola
instead of Georgia, 'cause I feel like Georgia,
I... I just think it sounds like shit.
Oh, yeah. Oh, for sure, yeah.
I... 'Cause I love that name as well, too. It's so...
Thanks. Thank you.
It's an homage to my, uh, Italian heritage.
So, do you have superpowers of any kind?
Because I-I certainly didn't get any.
I think I have one, yeah.
What-what do you think?
Oh, wow, I think that... Wow.
But not sure if that's a superpower.
Here, I want you to watch it again.
- Areola, did you hear something?
I don't have ears, Sky.
- Then how do you... - What?
Aah!
What's up, Kyle?
What the fuck is that?
Where's Areola? And when can I see her?
- Sorry, who? - Areo... My-my turd.
- When can I see my turd? - Oh, that's not possible, Sky.
It's being studied in our research lab.
Research lab?
But... but she was my friend.
Look, I understand this must be so confusing.
Which is why, on behalf of Vought,
we can offer you this.
$100,000?!
It's $1,000,
but we'll also throw in this refurbished iPad.
- Whoa. - All you have to do is walk out of here,
never, ever speak of this ever again,
and get back to your happy life.
But... my life wasn't so happy before.
Okay, you need to go now.
Bye.
Fuck.
- All right!
Areola!
- Sky! - Come on.
Why'd you let her back in?
She said she forgot her inhaler.
Sky, no!
If they catch you, we'll never see each other again.
- But... - I promise I will find you.
On the count of seven.
One... whoa!
Whoa...!
Oh, my God!
Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I was just here taking a shit.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Areola?
It's like we're...
Connected.
Ow! Ow.
- Sky? - Areola?
Sky, I didn't know if you'd come.
Of course I'd come. That's what friends do.
That is the fucking grossest thing
I've ever seen, and I've seen gross.
Oh, fuck.
It's over, Kyle.
Or Sky.
Hand over the turd.
No, wait. Put the turd in this bag.
No. She's my friend.
O-Okay, this is so fucking bananas.
Just do it, okay?
What, are you shitting me?
This is my turf.
Well, not exactly my turf, because sewer runoff
and overflow into the ocean's a major problem today.
I don't know if you've heard, but I've been raising awareness
for this cause. I've talked to a lot...
You're powerful, Sky.
You've always been powerful.
Since you took the V, I mean.
I'm not the special one.
You are.
...you're gonna have to donate some money
to our giant piggy bank I created.
I'm gonna break it with a hammer when it's all full.
What the fuck are you doing?
I'm just asking for help
from a few new friends.
That's your fucking power?
You can control shit?
Well, it's better than yours, dickface.
Rise up, my turd friends!
Fuckin' turds!
Fuck this noise. I'm out of here.
- Oh, yeah!
Hey, loser.
We're going to hookah, and we need your debit card.
Sorry, Tiff. I got plans with friends, bitch.
What in the actual fuck?
Ew! What the fuck!?
Right on time...
to get beat.
Ah, we'll see about that.