Soft Matter

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(downbeat music)

How's he doing?

He's having a good day today.

Is the leakage cleared up?

See for yourself.

(liquid squirting)

Looking better than yesterday.

(screeching)

(upbeat music)

Don't think too much about Mr. Chrysler.

It has been a long time since he

has been anywhere near healthy.

[Female] I don't

expect him to be healthy.

I just wish he was a

little more substantial.

[Male] You're really worried about him.

I'm worried about us all.

Now I think making saline water

with table salt may be inferior

to using actual ocean water.

It says it's sea salt.

Doesn't matter.

We need to get some real

ocean water in here.

How are we going to do that?

I don't know yet

but I'll figure it out.

For now, just make sure

you're boiling the water

before you salt it.

(beeping)

I guess Mrs. Hedaker still

has some substance to her.

Can you tell what she wants?

I think she's hungry.

Or she's wet herself again.

There's no way to tell.

We could feed her just in case.

Hose her down before you leave.

(gurgling)

[Male] You care more about this puzzle

than anyone else in here.

I don't care about

this damn thing at all.

[Male] I'm pretty sure

you're missing some pieces.

Well clearly you care

enough for the both of us.

You wanna get back to work,

make some science happen?

I am puzzling!

(door closing)

(downbeat music)

(beeping)

(bubbling)

(indistinct shouting)

[Female] Sacks, this is not your room.

You will come with me.

Don't worry Ms. Treefish, he's gone now.

You did the right thing (mumbling).

Dude, you should paint a

picture of an ugly building

on to that actual ugly building.

Yeah, or a really wide

one on to a really tall one.

No, that wouldn't be funny.

Why are you so into ghosts anyway?

Because they're everywhere

and nobody ever talks about them.

Or to them.

You can't talk to them

or you could but they can't talk back.

[Female] Like a pet.

Sort of like a pet.

I do have a pet ghost though.

You have a pet ghost?

Yep, since my turtle died.

Haircut, your turtle is dead

And I'm sorry for your loss

But you got a pet ghost instead

Plus an army helmet or a coffee mug

Or it could be a nightlight

full of lightning bugs

Haircut, your turtle is dead

And I'm sorry for your loss

But you got a pet ghost instead

I like, I love what we do

but I just wish I could make something

that mom'd be proud of.

I mean have you ever thought about

transitioning to high art?

No, I have to do

overall social messages.

I love doing monsters.

I mean what if you did

like a site specific thing?

In a graveyard?

Or a haunted building.

I don't think that'll impress my mom.

I'm gonna put you together

the best ever art show.

That way, when the art world loves you

your mom will love you.

And they love haunted buildings?

I know some art world

people who will be into it.

Art world people are into cocaine.

True, and wine and cheese.

You know any places

that might be possessed?

I got some leads.

(downbeat music)

I hate washing the dishes.

[Female] Is everyone locked?

Not yet.

You need linoleic acid.

[Female] I'm worried about room eight.

I already locked 206.

You need linoleic acid.

What?

Are you sure that this is worth it?

[Female] Worth what?

Worth all the death.

Worth whatever we're

doing to these people.

It is worth that.

It is worth that and more.

It is worth nearly every

life on this planet

to achieve immortality.

What have these people

done that makes them

worth more than immortality?

You need linoleic acid.

Turn off the old man.

What will immortality...

It will be mankind's

greatest achievement!

It will be our gift to the future

which we will be there

to admire in person.

We will be there to say you're welcome.

You already locked 206?

Yes.

Oh, Mr. Heron, are you thirsty?

(downbeat music)

(spitting)

(spitting)

(splatting)

(upbeat music)

Lost, forgotten

In the mire

Designed to fail

Safe

(indistinct singing)

Lost, forgotten

In the mire

(downbeat music)

Good morning.

Oh no, Mr. Sacks!

You ruined your freshest kicks!

Come on.

Let's get up.

Mr. Sacks!

Do I have to deal with

this before I'm even dressed?

Mr. Sacks ruined his freshest kicks!

Well that is not surprising.

He is a disgusting man of slime!

Just fix it!

Mr. Sacks.

I'm not mad about the shoes.

That's not your room, Mr. Sacks.

Come on.

(yelling)

Mr. Sacks!

You are not amusing!

And you're making entirely too much noise!

Get up.

He has no door which is

why I have tied him down.

Do not untie him, do you understand?

Yeah.

Yeah!

Let's pretend like this

morning was a normal morning

and not a mess!

And proceed with our day.

(downbeat music)

[Male] My grandma lived here.

Did she?

Well, she died here.

Dude, this place has

to be full of ghosts.

It will be when I finish with it.

We should probably come

back after dark though.

Hold up.

Hey.

Tootles.

Who was that?

My girl Kish.

Says she discovered the next big thing.

Great, big thing art

is my favorite kind.

A street artist.

He's doing an installation of ghosts

in a haunted building.

Haunted by the ghosts of good taste?

They're having a wine

and cheese opening.

Well I always have an opening for wine.

(classical music)

Reds are good, right?

With cheese?

I mean yeah, I think red

and cheese go together.

What if we got other

than standard orange wine

and canned cheese.

That'll be a thing, right?

Dude, I invited real people, okay?

Not art school jerks.

They don't wanna see your sarcastic take

on the art world.

They are the art world.

And they want real cheese.

To go with my real art.

That's what we're telling 'em, yeah.

Do we need more time?

I mean tonight's too soon, right?

Nah, I'm off, alright?

I got the internet, grab your paintings.

The art world rolls in at midnight.

But I do have to paint

things inside the building.

Okay dude, so what?

You're fast.

The sun sets soon enough.

I don't know how we're

gonna pull this off.

Yo.

Trix

(menacing music)

No, it will shock me.

[Female] Just try it.

(electrical zapping)

Idiot.

Be careful.

Interesting.

[Male] What is it?

Dirty mop water.

Bits of dust, mud.

I thought you said it glowed.

That's just too small

a sample to see it.

Watch this.

[Female] Astonishing.

Did it do something?

Yes.

It got your finger wet, dope.

Is the water in the mop

bucket still glowing?

It is.

But I'm not sure that it's water.

[Voice] Stop!

What the hell?

[Voice] Stop your quest for immortality.

It is not for you.

This is a demand, not a request.

Pee into this jerk.

[Voice] You don't understand.

I am a god.

Each of us could be a god.

[Male] We're using the genes

from biologically immortal animals.

Jellyfish, octopi...

[Voice] I'm no mere

bucket, no mere fluid.

You may not be able to tell by sight

but I am the queen of the seas.

I have been since before

the land even was.

For years, my kingdom was a peaceful one.

A place where all could live in harmony.

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