01x05 - Good Vibes Only

[bunniefuu]

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ORANGE:
Thank goodness you're all here.

I came to the Reactor Room
to find Red,

but instead I found death.

The paperwork never ends.

- [all whimpering]
- PURPLE: Orange! Freeze!

RED: Uh, because you're
about to step in some bloodle.

Uh, we wouldn't want you
to take a tumble.

What a fumble. [Chuckles]

ORANGE:
Thank you, Red.

I would hate to have
to explain to myself

why I don't qualify
for workers' comp.

RED:
Wouldn't that be a hassle?

- [laughing]
- ORANGE: Yeah.

[laughing]

PURPLE:
Uh, Red, is your visor cracked?

- We all saw that Orange...
- RED: Was Lucky Lime spontaneously combusted

before Orange could
become the next victim.

[laughs]
Uh, how about some pizza

to celebrate your not-death?

In fact, I think we should
all go to the cafeteria.

YELLOW:
[gasps] Agreed.

We should all decompress
with some pizza.

I know I'm feeling
very compressed.

Orange, how'd you like
a classic cheese pizza?

ORANGE: Perfect! Except
no cheese, no sauce,

no salt and no baking it.

- YELLOW: So, just raw dough?
- ORANGE: Exactly.

BROWN:
Delicious.

ORANGE: I'm lucky I didn't
arrive a moment sooner.

I suspect Lime's
horrifying makeshift weapon

backfired and k*lled them.

RED: Well, you know
what MIRA says: Only use.

- MIRA-approved munitions.
- ORANGE: MIRA-approved munitions.

[Red and Orange laughing]

- ORANGE: Oh, you just send me.
- RED: Yep, yep, yep.

ORANGE: I'll have to
write that one down.

- Oh, no.
- RED: Whoa.

ORANGE: Lime's entrails
got all over my favorite pen.

What a shame.

GREEN:
Oh...

BLACK:
Ugh, that's morbid, even for me.

RED:
Hmm. Stinky, stinky.

Smells like
the trash chute is clogged.

Orange, will you come
check it out with me?

GREEN: Oh, but I just
scrubbed the trash chute.

[all shushing]

ORANGE:
Epic tasking, Green.

RED:
[chuckles] Yeah, awesome.

CYAN: I still can't
believe Lime's dead.

I wish we had something to help
process and rebuild trust.

[Purple gasps]

Yeah, something like
a trust ball.

Huh? A ball? Huh? Huh?

RED:
Uh... Oh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Orange, I do see something.

Oop, there's a trust ball
down there.

ORANGE: Oh, no. Trust
ba*ls are so important.

And expensive.

GREEN: Aren't all the
trust ba*ls plugging the hole

in the hole in the storage room?

BLACK: We're trying
to do something here.

CYAN:
Shh! Get on our frequency.

RED:
Uh, all except this trust ball.

[grunting]

Oh, drat.

I can't reach it
without doing something

super cool but dangerous.

ORANGE: That sounds
like a liability. Do not fear,

I will get this extremely
important piece of HR equipment.

[grunts] Almost got it.

Okay, d-d-don't worry.
[chuckles]

I'm on the case.

- [Red grunts]
- ORANGE: Oh, dear!

[all screaming]

CYAN:
What do we do now?

ORANGE:
Oopsie-doopsie!

I fell when Red
accidentally pushed me

with the full force
of their entire body. [Laughs]

- PURPLE: That was on purpose.
- ORANGE: Oh.

RED: As captain, I say
we should k*ll Orange.

Uh, probably.
Uh, shouldn't we?

PURPLE: Orange is a
crewmate-murdering alien imposter.

We should definitely k*ll them.

GREEN: B-But it still
sounds like our friend Orange.

YELLOW: What if there's a piece
of the real Orange inside that alien?

BLACK: Maybe it's like a
cellular duplicate of Orange,

all the way down
to the memories,

but slightly more evil.

PURPLE: Who cares?
We have to k*ll Orange

or Orange will k*ll us.

We should open the trash chute
and launch them into space.

RED:
Purple, shut up. [Clears throat]

Clearly, we should
open the trash chute

and launch Orange into space.

But are we, like,
for sure for sure.

Orange is gonna
keep k*lling crewmates?

PURPLE: Orange? Are you
gonna keep k*lling crewmates?

ORANGE:
Yeah.

PURPLE:
What was that?

ORANGE:
I said yeah!

PURPLE:
And there's your answer.

RED:
Okay, I'm calling it.

Let's eject that alien scum.

ORANGE:
Fun reminder:

per MIRA, you are required
to take a group vote

before ejecting any crewmates
into the endless abyss of space.

I can't authorize my death
until I hear a vote.

[all clamoring]

- PURPLE: Punch it!
- BLACK: Do it!

RED:
Even in a crisis,

I do everything
by the MIRA code.

All those in favor of ejecting
Orange, the alien imposter

from which I am single-handedly
saving you from,

- say "aye."
- ALL: Aye.

ORANGE: Congratulations
on a successful ejection vo...

[screaming]

[snarling, gurgling]

- ALL: Ugh.
- RED: Ugh, yucky.

Aha.
That's the pink gooey stuff

that was on both
White and Blue's bodies.

The pink goop
is proof that Orange

was the k*ller
of all the crewmates.

[gasps]
I solved the mysterious murders!

- ALL: Yay.
- RED: It's party time.

ALL:
Yay! [Whooping]

RED:
Well, except for you, Green.

You go clean up Lime's body.

But... [groans]

Aye aye, Captain.

[sighs]

When I'm captain,
I won't make anyone

clean up the dead bodies.

RED:
[giggling] Oh, I'm the best.

[laughs]

CYAN: Ooh, should we
get our party suits on?

YELLOW:
I only have one suit.

Fast fashion is a plague
of conspicuous consumption.

RED:
Yes. Time to get spiffy.

And that's an order.

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[Green gags]

[gulps]

Ugh.

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- PURPLE: [grunts] Sorry.
- RED: Oh, didn't see you there, buddy.

Locked up Lime's weird weapon
where no one'll find it.

Hey, thanks for the assist
back there with Orange.

PURPLE:
Overall, it was a... good plan.

Credit where credit is due,
I guess.

RED:
Purps and Redsie back together.

Uh, well, I mean,
it would be Redsie and Purps.

I mean, I'm the captain, so,

obviously, my name
would go first.

PURPLE: For once, could you take
your head out of your own...

You know what? It's fine.

RED:
Yeah, it is fine.

♪ And the Skeld rides on,
crew-mbaya. ♪

CYAN:
Join us.

[distorted]:
Join us.

PURPLE:
Hey, w-w-wh...

♪ ♪

YELLOW:
Check it out. I drew Blue.

BROWN:
Blue is so great.

RED:
I love Blue's torso.

PURPLE:
Mm. I love Blue's bottom.

RED: Don't let HR
hear you say that.

[laughing]

PURPLE:
But they're dead, so they can't.

GREEN: Wow, their blue skin
is so lifelike.

But... Blue is dead.

YELLOW: White, Lime,
Orange and Blue are dead.

BROWN:
This is sad.

BLACK:
This is bad sad.

CYAN:
Hey! None of that.

[grunts]
Good vibes only.

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RED:
Trust fall. Whee!

- [thud]
- [grunts]

[laughs]

PURPLE:
Why didn't it work?

GREEN: Are we not trusting
each other hard enough?

I can trust harder. [Grunts]

[straining]

CYAN: Added weight,
both societal and physical,

is holding us back
from reaching pure unity.

We must free ourselves.

PURPLE:
Oh, my gosh.

Ooh. [Chuckles]

Oh, my...

[Cyan sighs]

RED: Hey, everybody.
Uh-oh, where's the hand going?

[giggles]

Eh? Eh? What's back there?
[laughs]

CYAN:
Allow me.

♪ ♪

YELLOW:
We're gonna live forever!

ALL:
Forever!

Whoa!

CYAN:
Oh... I need to move my body!

[whimpering]

[giggling, moaning]

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- YELLOW: Uh-huh!
- BROWN: I feel euphoric.

YELLOW:
I feel euphoric.

GREEN:
I feel like a worm.

RED:
Eh? Eh? Nice moves, Purps.

PURPLE: [chuckles] Not
too bad yourself, Redsie.

BLACK:
So what are vibes, exactly?

Vibes are an emotional frequency

created and received
like a two-way radio

between two mates' souls.

BLACK:
Now, that's deep.

PURPLE:
Conga line!

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RED:
Hey. Wouldn't it be weird

if we had, like,
long tubey things

connecting our hands
to our bodies?

GREEN: What are you
even saying right now?

[overlapping chatter]

RED: Hey, this is
what I do... I theorize.

[chuckles]

BLACK:
I see our layers.

Like layers of strata
in sedimentary rocks.

You know what?
You rock.

You rock. And you rock.
And you...

We all rock.

- RED: Aw.
- YELLOW: We do?

- PURPLE: Yeah, we do.
- GREEN: Am I a rock?

RED:
You know what? We all rock.

PURPLE: Do you
think fishmates are flying

but, like, in the water?

CYAN: Pur-Purp-Purple. You
should introduce everyone to your

best-t-t-t-t-t friend.

PURPLE:
My best-t-t-t friend

loves friends!

Come on, mates.
Come on, let's come on.

Let's just go, let's come on
to the Oxygen Room.

RED:
Yep, right behind you, buddy.

[chuckles]

BLACK:
We should get undressed again.

PURPLE: I'm gonna go straight
and then I'm gonna make a right.

But then I'm gonna be in it,
I'm gonna be in it,

I'm gonna be right in it.

Ooh, okay, steady there.

[chuckles, clears throat]

[humming "Happy Birthday"]

[vocalizing]

[stops vocalizing]

Heracles! No...

[inhales]

...o!

[gasping]

Hypoxia symptoms?

[gasps]
Loss of judgement.

RED:
Trust fall. Whee!

Oof. [Laughs]

PURPLE:
Why didn't it work?

[gasping] Euphoria.

BROWN:
I feel euphoric.

Blue skin.

GREEN: Wow, their
blue skin is so lifelike.

But Blue is dead.

[distorted]:
Dead. Dead.

[screaming]

PURPLE: [gasping] We
all have hypo... hy... poxy.

No air!

[panting]

[grunts, inhales deeply]

Come on. Come on.

Snap out of it.

[gasping]

One, two, three, four, five.

What? One, two, three,
four, five.

Damn it! Why isn't it working?
I put in the code.

What?

Why is it a two-keypad fix?

What kind of sicko writes
on the back of a sticky note?!

[gasps]
Oh, no. The others.

I have to warn them.

[panting]

Oh...

Keybot, Keybot, Keybot. Keybot.

Chirp.