Trash | Off the Air | adult swim

[ Recorder plays softly ] [ Eerie music plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Tobacco’s “Got Wet
in the Bomb Shelter” plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Clattering ] [ Tanya Tagaq’s “Snowblind”
plays ] ♪♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪ ♪ Ah, ah ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Vocalizing ] ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪ [ Vocalizing continues ] ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪ ♪♪ [ Hip-hop music plays ] Bambi:
It’s amazing what making a few positive changes
in your life can do for you. When I think back
to the way I used to live, I feel so ashamed. That was before I discovered
the bright guiding light of the dirty gold
at the bottom of the bin. Introducing trash to my life opened me up to a new kind
of lawless pleasure. It has many properties not recognized
by the scientific community, but I know them to be true. It has to do with the way the trash sweats and bleeds
in the sun. The solar vitamins ripen it,
perfect for my skin. [ Laughs ] My awakening came one night when I was
locked out of my apartment, and James
wasn’t picking up again. As I sank into the filth, higher realities
came into focus. I had a renewed clarity
for the woman I could be — my rotten epiphany. I started to infuse trash
into my daily routine, first replacing
my tiresome clothing, but soon, my food, my products,
and my home. At first, I hid my secret
from my loved ones, but now I have no shame. I know that James deeply
envies my new life. I can tell by the looks
he gives me from across the street. Uh… Go away, Jimmy. [Bleep] off, Jimmy. Jimmy doesn’t understand. He’s blinded
by his indulgences. Maybe if he would
welcome trash into his life like my followers have, he would see the way
things really are. Poor Jimmy. Poor, stupid Jimmy. ♪♪ [ Crosswalk alert beeping ] [ Horn honks ] [ Squishing ] Mm, mm, mm. [ Crackling ] That glue is strong. ♪♪ Trash: ♪ You ♪ ♪ You made me feel so good when
you made me look like this ♪ ♪ You made me feel so,
made me feel so good ♪ ♪ When you made me
look like this ♪ ♪ You made me look like this ♪ I love you. Hmm. [ Smooches ] [ Laughs ] Thank you! I want to be pretty, too. [ Chuckles ] [ Humming ] ♪♪ Hey, Vern. Vernon, wake up. What? I just fell asleep
a week ago, Eileen. I just heard doors slam. Okay, so? So, what if
it’s lumberjacks? It’s not lumberjacks. That’s what Mike said. Look at him now. Yeah,
but Mike had it coming. Do you miss Mike
all of a sudden? No. Does anybody miss Mike? Tree:
[ In distance ] No. Look, here it is. It’s just two guys
with chain saws. Vernon, I told you. Yeah, you did.
Let’s run. [ Chain saws rev ] Oh, no. Mike: Ah, don’t worry, kids.
You’re good wood. Mike? Mike,
what happened to you? Oh, I’m a tool box now. Pretty sweet, right? Is…it? Totally. Wow, never thought
I’d actually be back here. Anyways,
you two are lucky, because now you’re gonna
have a purpose, you know? Humans — they use trees
for everything. Tools and shelter and passing on knowledge,
you know? You name it,
they use a tree for it. So I would just relax,
lie back, and see where your destiny
takes you. Besides, either way,
it’s got to be better than standing around
in this dump, right? Aah. Oh, yeah. ♪♪ [ Branches cracking ] ♪♪ Well, this sucks. [ Soft music plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Suspenseful music plays ] ♪♪ [ Scooter whirring ] ♪♪ [ Beeping ] Woman:You have arrived
at your destination.
♪♪ [ Scooter shuts off ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Splash in distance ] [ Wind howling ] [ Soft music plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ The Secret Whistle’s “A Talk
Inside the Piano” plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Eerie music plays ] [ Breathing shakily ]

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