Crewdunnit?

Did anyone else's eyes go dark, or is it just me?

No, just me?

I heard that there was a fail-safe that

they wanted to make all the clicks go blind they could.

No, the lights just went out.

Weren't you listening?

Bargie just said that she had to turn off the lights.

We've been floating adrift in this strange galaxy for so long.

Her power is very low.

Oh.

So it's dark?

Is that what we're saying?

Yeah, it's it's dark.

It's just dark.

I'm not blind.

No.

AJ, do clint helmets not have like infrared?

Huh?

You don't have night vision in that helmet?

Oh, I do.

It's fine now.

You're right.

Yeah.

Oh, whoa, you're in the toaster now.

AJ, we've been over this a couple of times now.

AJ, C-53's Cube has been in the toaster for weeks.

Yeah, but so do I call you Mr.

Toaster Man now or Robot Toaster Man?

I would prefer C53.

It's not a C-frame.

Not to side with AJ, but.

Wow.

I guess I would appreciate everyone being a little

kind with me about this.

This isn't easy for me.

Justin, look at the dumb toaster.

That is so lame.

I love you.

I'm feeling a little vulnerable without appendages or a face.

Yeah.

Oh, Bargie, man, you're so good.

I won't be as

active as I used to be.

Bargie, it's okay.

We are going to get through this, okay?

Save your energy.

Take out the toaster.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

Leave just a toaster.

Leave that on.

Well, Bargie, don't worry about us.

As long as you keep just a little bit of oxygen going, you know, we're going to get through this together.

And any day now, any day now, I'm sure someone will find us and pick us up.

Elliot!

Is she okay?

The dirt that's found in your body?

Oh.

Wow, man, that doesn't look good.

Alright, everyone, crack your glow sticks.

We actually don't all have glow sticks.

We don't all have them.

Crack the glow sticks.

Oh!

Rolfus!

Yeah, you gotta turn down your-

You gotta turn off your infrared.

Yeah.

No one else has glow sticks?

No.

We haven't been to Monanaroo for ages.

I think these are tactical glow sticks.

Yeah, they're very bright.

Very big.

Yeah, they're both.

Yeah, they're far larger than a standard glow stick.

The glow log.

Crew, I don't want you to worry.

Rolfus and and i are in the middle of our seven day staring tantric experience

okay

that's what the glow stick for commander gun dude

do you think we were worried you weren't doing that rollfus look me in the eye yes yes yes

hey hey aj yeah

i just want to say and i'm really proud of you for how you've handled the rolfus sisu you know getting back together thing I really feel like you've, you know, grown and moved past it.

I'm mind-wiping myself so much.

What?

Oh, AJ.

How often are you doing that?

I mean, every time I see them together, I know you can't do that.

That's AJ.

Is that how you're getting through it?

Yeah.

That's perpetual.

Yeah.

What memories do you have of the last few weeks?

Um,

so I guess I remember there was the bean, the giant bean's glutes.

Sure, yeah, okay.

It's hard to get them sculpted that way.

And that's about it.

I probably need to mind wipe after just seeing that display.

So I'm gonna do that.

It's not a healthy way to do your feelings.

What's not a healthy way to do my feelings?

Okay, yeah, that's I guess sort of what I'm getting at.

You gotta stop doing that.

I'm fine.

I'm sure there's no

residual fact.

Ooh, that's not good.

Ooh!

Order up.

Uh, did somebody toast something?

Yeah.

I did.

Okay.

Dumb toaster.

Justin, your pizza bagel's ready.

That's awesome, but I'm so bored.

What's something that we could do to pass the time?

Wanna make out?

Or...

No, I'm kind of over that part of our relationship right now.

Okay.

Ouch.

But yeah, okay.

I don't know what to do.

None of the data works.

Data.

What do we like do?

None of the apps work.

Do you guys want to hear how missions, operations, management works?

No!

Because it's pretty cool.

I know what we can do.

I can invite you all to my home for the evening.

Captain Darr, what's wrong with your voice?

What's going on?

Everyone, gather around.

I have

a plan.

Oh, Captain Tara's got a plan, everybody.

No, no, no.

I'm not Captain Darr.

For I am in costume.

I had noticed your captain's jacket had been replaced by something almost

shinier.

Yeah, yeah.

Nermit, you may recognize this from the classic trunk of costumes I keep in my room, but

tonight you will all be invited to my house for a party.

Wait, you found a house the entire time?

There's a house inside of a ship?

That's sick.

No, I think Dar is inviting us to sort of, you know, join them on a flight of the game.

I believe Dar might be inviting us to a role-playing scenario.

Dar, I don't know if I'm ready for this to be such a group thing.

No, no, no, no, no, Nermit, it's not.

Sorry for the confusion.

The cape tonight is because I will be playing the Countess, and you are all welcome to my mansion.

For we will be celebrating

the birthday of my partner, The Counter.

Dar, I'm sorry, you're gonna keep

it.

Bargie, it's okay.

Low power Bargie is the main character?

Yeah, Bargie, of course, is playing my partner tonight.

The counter, everybody!

You are all here to celebrate the birthday of the counter!

Oh, but let's hope there's not a murder.

Papa, robot man, lizard man, a moment, please.

Uh, sure.

Yeah,

yeah.

So the captain's gone space crazy.

We're going to have to take a look at the game.

No,

I think Captain Darr is trying to, you know, help us pass the time with a little bit of fun and games while we wait out this adrift in the cosmos scenario.

Well, in times of crisis or stress, some find role-playing games to be a welcome escape.

I don't like playing anybody else but myself.

Give it a shot.

Give it a shot.

Only weirdos disappear into character.

Is your side over yet?

Yeah, totally.

Let's play.

Hey, just among us.

If we ever need a mutiny, just give me the word:

mutiny.

It's that, ECHA?

Push the gun away, and I will blast my way.

That's the worst way to announce a mutiny.

Just somebody say mutiny, and I'm there.

Thank you, HA.

Or just spell it.

Why don't you spell it?

Huh?

M-O-U.

Already pretty far off.

Alright, if you're done with your aside, I can hand out the roles.

Ooh, rolls.

Oh, Dar, I don't know if I'm going to be able to be part of this in the way that you're hoping.

I'm sort of pretty stationary currently.

That's alright.

See, you will be playing the mayor.

Oh, alright.

I'll happily assume such a role.

And here is your objective.

Okay, very good.

Nermit, you will be playing the Stroid Miner.

Great, yeah.

Wanted that.

And here is your objective.

Okay.

It's funny because they're usually tall and like big and stuff.

AJ.

Yeah.

I think you would be best as the professor.

Here is your objective.

Good.

And Pleck.

Ah, yes.

Well, I have the Fashionista left.

Well, you know, I have won a Fashion Award.

Alright, well, here's your objective.

Hey, should I put my pants eye patch back on?

I wouldn't, no.

Okay.

I would like Justin to play the lifeguard

and Centurion.

Oh, the young entrepreneur.

Oh, I hate money.

Oh, I hate saving rods and water.

Okay, great.

Now, everyone has their objective.

Try and internalize that.

Oh, hark.

Yes.

My card says I'm the director.

Right.

I'm new in town, but I have a dark secret that I should hope.

Hark, hark, hark, please, please, please, please.

That is all.

Are we allowed to guess the murderer yet?

No.

Hark, you're just going to internalize it and let it come out naturally in conversation.

Right, of course.

Thank you.

All right, this is perfect.

And now we will take it again from the top.

Welcome.

I am the Countess, and you are all here for my partner, the Counter's birthday.

Just say the word and won't mutiny.

Just say the word.

You got it, one suddenly.

So, uh, what brings you to the dumps?

Oh, my husband left me.

Sorry to hear it.

Well, first he got this big important job, so he was barely ever around.

Then I noticed he was changing.

And not good changes.

Next thing I knew, the whole thing imploded.

And now I'm here, so I guess it's...

final.

What's your name, friend?

Linda.

Linda Balweek.

Now, Linda, people come here to turn their lives around.

And now, I don't want to be too forward, but I do have a recommendation.

So many resolutions are about doing less of something.

Why not give yourself more, Linda?

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Oh, I don't mix space grains and space grapes.

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Oh, that's a pretty specific kink, but I'm sure they have you covered.

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Wow, with deals like that, they could call this place the funks, not not the dumps.

Huh?

Because I put fun in there.

Dipsystories.com/slash zigs.

Or wait the bumps?

Like, I'll fist bump the dips.

No, cash.

Oh, oh, boy.

It is such a pleasure to have you all here.

Please all take the time to meet each other.

You are our dearest and most respected friends.

I can't believe I got an invitation to this.

Is this good?

Is it good?

It's really good.

Did some other learn come aboard the ship?

I don't even know who I'm talking to right now.

Sorry to keep on my mask.

I gotta keep the mind dust out.

Fun.

Pleasure to meet you, fine quilts.

Gasp!

There's been a murder!

Alright, well, not up for perimeter, everybody.

Close it all down.

Close it all down.

AJ.

Oh, right.

I'm a professor of literature.

Everyone, secure the perimeter and everyone down on the ground.

Did they die in the water?

No, did I not do my job right?

No, No, babe, you did it.

Um, no, um, the murder was not in the pool outside in the mansion garden.

No, the murder happened here.

It was my dear sweet partner, the counter.

They've been murdered.

Oh, no.

The counter was going to fund my new film.

Was I too overt about this?

You're nailing it.

Hard, you're nailing it yesterday.

And of course, now, none of you can leave until we solve this mystery.

That's not what a professor of literature would ever say.

Characters are stupid.

I don't know why people do them.

It's just like, do your own thing.

Hey, J.

Some characters are stupid.

Now, no one can leave until I find out who murdered my counter, a sob, sob cry.

Tari is a great game master.

AJ, can I just talk to you over here for a second?

Yeah, you got it.

Along the edge of what's happening here?

Yeah, sure.

We call that an Asai.

Okay.

You know, that's on me.

I don't know the lingo.

No, you don't.

You don't, Hark.

All right, AJ.

I know this is perhaps not one of your standard missions, but think about this.

Imagine an infiltration mission.

My listening.

Alright?

Where you're forced to pretend to play Professor...

Professor Wilford Brimley is my name.

Okay, you've been assigned the role of Professor Wilford Brimley to seamlessly merge with this party and get all the intel.

Whoa, okay.

That seems

different from what we're doing, but also the same.

Let's do this.

Let's get in character.

That's it.

Now you got it.

Well, Professor Brimley, it was great to meet you.

I'm Big Shot Director Ari Flex Obar.

Also, my secret is

I'm embezzling from the university, so.

Oh, good.

Adrian, good.

Well, if it ain't the fashionista.

Yes, that's right.

That's a fancy shirt there.

Thank you, I designed it myself.

Wow.

Well, let me dust off my hand.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Gart Tobago.

Wow, very cool.

I am Trebus Philistaire, the fashion designer to the stars.

I'm so sorry to interrupt.

Were you close friends of my partner, the Counter?

Uh, if by friends you mean former lovers,

then

maybe

what

we all heard that this seems like a big deal, right?

Trevor's Phyllis stare was pork in the counter.

Behind my back

after

over a hundred and sixty years of blissful partnership, you

a long marriage.

Congratulations.

You would dare to come between me and the counter?

Listen, Countess, no one loved the counter more than me.

Whoa.

Babe, are you hearing me?

I would never have laid a finger upon him.

So you know I'm innocent.

As a lifeguard named Focusrite Full Bottle, I think that's suspicious.

As an entrepreneur named Gigagin's forklift,

I also think this is a big reveal of information.

You are great names.

Oh, thank you.

Captain Darr, I mean, Countess.

But, Professor, we need a quorum.

If we get three guests to confirm suspicion, then we must learn the secret.

Can you just talk to me for a second?

Okay, fine.

What do you need?

Captain Darr, I really want to succeed at this mission of being in character.

Therefore, I need a little bit of intel from you.

Namely,

what is

a professor of literature?

Take it word by word.

A professor is a teacher.

Oh.

A fancy teacher, yeah.

And literature.

I guess, to put it plainly to you, books?

So I'm a teacher of books.

Yeah.

I've been playing this character wrong.

You've been playing the character?

Well, I didn't know what it was.

Also, are you okay?

If you're not, just like, if something's going on, if you got mind control or something weird's going on, just yell mutiny, and I'll take you out.

And whoever we're going to do is...

You'll take me out

if I yell mutiny?

Yeah, just yell mutiny and I'll do it.

Thank you, AJ, for that offer.

Thank

you, Countess.

Yeah, no, give me more, give me more, yeah.

I embezzle from the university, and the counter found out.

Okay, too much, too much, too much.

Let that

confronted me about it,

and we had stern words.

Well, gotta just roll this now.

I'm gonna have to second that accusation.

But, professor,

when did you have this altercation with

my lover?

A dozen yawn years ago.

Oh, so that was a while.

That was a while ago.

Yeah, not super relevant, right?

Well, it would seem that we have no quorum.

We must continue to circulate.

Well, put her there, stranger.

I'm director Aeriflex Obar.

And boy, this has certainly thrown a wrench into my evening.

I'm Lifeguard Focus Right Foolbottle, and I'm drowning in confusion.

Gosh, I wish I knew more about the counter, but I've only just moved to town, so I'm afraid I don't know much.

Can I ask you a question?

Like a

question?

Sure, yeah.

Okay, so like on my card, it says is murderer.

Yeah, okay, well, that's.

I think that means you committed the murder.

What?

Okay, and I'm gonna forget that I saw that.

But the idea is that you committed the murder of the counter, and so you gotta act, you know, like you're trying to hide it.

Does that make sense?

But like, I never did it.

No, no, obviously, nobody actually did the murder, but one of us has to, you know, for the story, be the murderer.

My mom always told me, like, growing up, like, literally, seriously, like, no lie, like, ass dead.

she was like

you can't lie

no yeah and you're telling me like it's okay to lie well in like certain situations in your life

oh boy uh

you know within the construct of a game i think it's it's fine saturion

what's up babe

this bro says we can lie and it's like totally fine we can't lie to each other we talked about this we cannot lie to one another.

Yeah, don't lie to each other.

You don't want to do that.

I mean,

what are you doing, Uncle Hark?

Like, what is

yeah, I know.

Um, geez, I'm not really good at it.

You're my rod father.

Like, what?

I would never want your partner to lie to you.

I'm gonna go get a drink.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, Fabe.

Yeah.

Are you the murderer?

No.

okay.

I am no murderer.

Oh, thank you for being so ass-dead with me.

I appreciate that, babe.

Okay.

Alas!

There's been a second murder!

Yanks!

No,

Nermit, you're the one who died.

Everyone's former perimeter!

It appears that the stroid miner has been vanquished.

Rigor Mortis.

Courses don't say Rigor Mortis.

And I believe the last I saw speaking with the Stroid Miner was the fashion you stole.

What?

What?

Yes, explain yourself.

Yeah, friend, explain yourself.

We're gonna get to the bottom of this, or my name isn't Aeroflex Obar.

Listen, yes, I was the destroyed miner's lover once.

Wait, what?

I loved him more than anyone.

I would never kill him.

Wait, whose lover were you not in this room?

Yes, it's true.

I've taken many lovers amongst us.

For example, you, Ariflex Obar, famed director.

Don't you remember that night on Scornlex 3?

It's true.

Yes.

And you, Professor.

Professor Wilford Brimley to you, Ray.

Yes, yes, I know.

I know.

Wilfrid.

Yes, you and I were college roommates and lovers.

And you, Countess.

Do you forget our relationship so quickly?

I could never.

But I would like to hear it read word for word for this entire room.

Like a book.

Very well.

It all began 30 cycles ago.

I was a young, upstart undergrad fashionista.

I found myself drawn to the irresistible charms of the bookish Wilfred Brimley.

Yes, we had a fling.

With brief, but tawdry.

Tawdry.

What do you mean?

We uh we loved.

We were lovers.

We loved here and there.

In the stacks of the Labrari and in the sewing rooms of the fashion building.

Loving

uh up and down all around.

What?

But soon enough I was discovered.

Yes, discovered and brought to Hollywood, where I worked as a costume designer on the set of one Artur.

None other than Ari Flex Obar.

We became lovers shortly after my first day on set, and loved we did.

We loved like no one has ever loved

before.

Well, who could resist such a catch?

Once I saw Tribus for the first time, I knew my heart was no longer my own.

Hmm.

But my heart was only yours for several short days until one day on location, on the beaches of Gadhatu,

I left you for a handsome young, buxom, curvaceous lifeguard named Focusrite Fullbottle.

We became lovers almost instantaneously.

We loved.

We loved right then and there.

Right then and there on the beach.

I don't think that's how it works, right?

Yes, we were lovers.

I was so ashamed of our lovers-ness

that I banished myself.

I took an artist's fashionista retreat to the furthest asteroid I could find.

And there,

I met dear, deceased, sweet, simple Gart Tobago, destroyed miner.

I think of all the lovers I

gave my lover to,

his loverness was perhaps the loveliest.

Hey, what?

What?

Do you know?

I feel kind of weird asking him this.

What is it?

The former lover.

Do you know what

happens?

Yes.

Yes, obviously.

You should know we love her together for

years at a time.

It just feels wrong when he says it.

I'm pretty sure I know basically

what all of that entails.

I wrote some really juicy specifics on that card.

Yeah, but to be honest, I didn't really know what a lot of that stuff was referring to, so I just figured I'd kind of fill in my own blanks on that, which I thought worked pretty well.

Just repeating the word love over and over again.

Yeah.

But it wasn't until I came here

to the mansion of the Counter and Countess

that I truly knew what lover

the lover I...

what lovers truly love.

It's all in one card, wow.

Yes.

When I met the Counter, the jucks we gave and received to each other were of the finest quality.

And

when we lovered upon one another, it was like birds eating

in a field.

Eating.

Uh, yes, the most accurate depiction of what, you know, lovering is.

Anyway.

I'm so sorry to interrupt that rousing listicle of your lovers.

But unfortunately, there's been another murder.

Oh, it's me!

Yes,

you're dead, you're dead, you're dead.

You're dead.

You're dead now.

You're dead now.

While we all had our backs turned, the young cog entrepreneur has fatally murders, Madge.

Somebody must be invisible.

Form a perimeter.

Keep your heads on swivels.

Lock down the exits.

Books.

Books.

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Alright, who's left standing?

Who could be the murderer?

Well, it's definitely not me.

And you can tell by the way I'm speaking in such confidence.

Not a waiver.

No suspicion there.

So it could be, I guess, Twist, the Countess.

What?

Me?

Under suspicion?

At my own party?

Oh, yeah, it also could be Papa.

No, no, I just was lovering everyone

up and down.

Weird.

It's on my card.

I'm supposed to say it.

Thank you, Plake.

You're doing a great job.

There's been another murder.

Oh, the director, may we always remember their works?

I was on the verge of directing my masterpiece.

Remaining unmurdered guests.

Does anyone have an accusation as to who the murderer could be?

I formally accuse

the only person in this room who I have not loved upon.

And that.

What?

I accuse Gigoggins Forklift, the entrepreneur.

What?

I'm dead.

He's dead.

Dip.

Oh, sorry.

I mean,

he died before I did.

Okay, sorry.

I.

It was.

A lot of people.

I accuse the only.

Oh, no, there's been a murder.

Oh, no.

what

what how does that happen the lifeguard has died

oh no

all right oh wait a minute he has

that i didn't uh i forget i said anything wait hold on dead guy why do you say that we went with

uh no reason i just i i was uh helping justin review some of his character notes on his card and it said he was the murderer so i know justin's murderer, but I but I didn't let it affect my gameplay.

Wait, you lied to me?

Justin!

I asked you if you were the murderer.

You said you weren't.

No, sorry.

Justin, my handwriting is not great.

This doesn't say you're a murderer.

It says you're a noodler.

You're great with cool noodles.

Whoa.

So that means I.

I didn't lie.

Centurion, I didn't lie.

It seems like you did, but I guess you didn't.

I love you, babe.

So it would appear.

The only one left would be the fashionista or the professor.

I have an accusation.

I,

Trebus Philistaire, would like to formally accuse the last person any of us would think to accuse.

The counter himself.

Yes, the first person to die.

You dare bes

merch

our equal lover?

Yes, yes.

Yes, he was always jealous of all my previous loves and all of the ways in which I lovered into them and around them and stuff.

We're gonna have a talk after this.

It only makes sense that his jealousy raged and raged, and he decided to kill every last one of my previous lovers.

But wait, if that were true, my beloved Counter would have.

Gasp!

I've been murdered too!

So, who's the captain now?

What?

The the no, no, the

captain's still here.

No,

no, no, no one said that word.

The only answer is that the counter is not actually dead.

He faked his death and has been sneaking around this manor.

Uh, oh,

so

well, well, well, Treatis.

Congratulations!

Not only are you right,

but the stroy miner all along

was the counter.

Whoa!

My beloved!

Great job, Nermit.

Great reveal.

Thank you.

Thanks so much.

Good writing.

Thank you.

And what I must tell you is the deepest, darkest part of my backstory is that I never once...

No, no!

Oh, no!

No!

I mean,

let's not mourn too hard.

He murdered almost everyone.

That's right, no, that's a good one.

I forgot about that.

Yeah, I think that's a good idea.

Yeah, it's okay, I guess.

Yeah.

So, wait, I don't get it.

If the Count Tur was the murderer and then he died, who killed the Count Counter?

Um, isn't it obvious, Papa?

No.

There's only one possibility.

The possibility that everybody forgot.

What's that sound?

That sounds like two pieces of bread slapping together.

Well, well, well.

It seems that everyone has forgotten about the mayor.

The mayor, of course!

What?

Yeah, of course, who is the mayor?

I killed the counter because I had a plan to murder everyone in town, and he beat me to it, sort of.

And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for Professor of Literature Wilford Brimley.

Hell yeah!

Nicely done, AJ.

AJ, you won.

You figured it out.

You found the murderer.

That was amazing.

I guess I did.

By process of elimination.

Pretty good.

Dar, this was fun and it made sense.

Yeah, Dar, thanks for letting me be a part of the story, even though I was sort of over here in the kitchen for most of the time.

Yeah, you know what?

Sometimes playing pretend is the only way you can get through a hard time.

Mission accomplished.

Good time achieved.

Thank you, Captain Dar.

In this difficult time, you know, adrift in a strange corner of a strange galaxy, you used fun to teach us about community.

You heard him!

You worked the word!

Mutiny, let's do it!

No, I said community, community!

Pleck did not say

community!

Pleck didn't say mutiny!

I just said I just said it.

I heard it.

Oh no!

Oh, the hijinks and silver.

Hey kid.

Your dad tell you about the time he broke Stephen Dorff's nose at the Kids' Choice Awards?

In Dead Pilot Society, scripts that were developed by studios and networks but were never produced are given the table reads they deserve.

When I was a kid, I had to spend my Christmas break filming a PSA about angel dust.

So, yeah, being a kid sucks sometimes.

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You know, the show you like, that hobo with the scarf who lives in a magic dumpster?

Doctor Who?

Yeah!

Strange planets, curious technology, and a fantastic vision of the distant future.

Featuring Martin Starr.

So we're going on day 14.

Shuttle still hasn't come.

Aparna nun Cherla.

The security system provides you with emotional security.

You do the rest.

Echo Kellum.

Can you disconnect me or not?

Hurry Kondabolu.

I'm staying.

From Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Jeffrey McGiver.

Could you play Cindy Lopez?

Girls just want to have fun.

It's the Outer Reach.

Stories from beyond.

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Comedy and culture.

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This is perfect.

Just keep rolling with it.

Stay in this.

What's your character's name?

Your Professor

Tiddly Don Bibbon.

Tiddly Don.

Wilfred von Tiddley.

Tidley.

No, I always do Tiddle.

It's Wilford Tiddley.

What was it?

Tibbley?

Wilford Brimley?

Yeah, Wilford Brimley.

Great to meet you.

I'm Big Shot Director Panaflex Obar.

Wait, did we already use that name?

No.

I don't think so.

Panaflex Obar?

No, but that's rad.