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Thirty-Eight Snub

So how's it look?

Meaning, do I see it?

Yes.

Do you see it?

Basically, any lawman worth his salt is gonna spot that, yeah.

Assuming that's a deal breaker?

Yes, it's a deal breaker.

Well, if stealth is what you're aspiring to, you best go with something more compact.

Thirty-eight Special.

Snub nose.

Got a concealed hammer so it don't catch on your belt when you draw.

Tried and true.

No nonsense about it.

Five shots.

Yeah.

Automatic has how many?

Ten in the mag, one in the chamber.

If you can't get it done with five, you're into spray and pray, in which case, I wouldn't count on another six closing the deal.

You load that with

158-grain hollow points instead of standard wadcutters, it's got plenty of stopping power.

Can't get more dependable than a wheel gun.

Try it on with this.

That snubbie will conceal up real nice if you carry it IWB.

Little harder to draw from, but there's no substitute if you're intent on fooling a vigilant eye.

Comes in polymer too.

I prefer the feel of leather.

Old school, I guess.

Well, um...

Sure it's on the correct side?

If you're right-handed, it is.

I don't know, ma--

Are you sure?

Maybe it'll feel better on the left side.

General rule, you don't wanna cross-draw.

Not unless you're gonna be sitting.

You know, store clerks, card gamers and such.

Uh-huh.

Either way, you're gonna wanna practice your draw. A lot.

Because if you're all fingers, well, it might could be him keeping the peace instead of you.

Catch my drift?

WALT:

What's this?

That is why you're gonna pay me five times what you'd pay your neighborhood gun store.

Serial number's been filed off.

So to state the obvious,

I don't wanna be caught with this on me.

No. To state the obvious, you don't.

You know, mister,

I've been providing my services for the past 30-odd years.

You'd think I'd learn better than to ask a man his business, especially not one referred by the lawyer.

But I do feel the urge to ask you, are we strictly talking defense here?

Yes, absolutely.

Defense.

Why?

Because if it's just personal protection, aside from a bucket of money, you'd save yourself a potential felony two-spot for carrying a weapon with a defaced serial number if you buy it legally.

But if you did have to use it, wouldn't it still be better to use one that couldn't be traced?

This is the West, boss.

New Mexico's not a retreat jurisdiction.

Man steps to you bent on doing you harm, you got every right to plant your feet and shoot to kill.

Some call it a moral right, and I do include myself within that class.

All this to say,

I'm happy to take your money.

But if you're not a convicted felon, you might best be advised to bear your arms within the confines of the law.

It's for defense.

Defense.

[SIGHS]

I'll take it.

[♪♪♪]

Thanks, Bonnie.

[SIGHS]

[D/R PERIOD'S "MONEY"

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

♪ Money, money, money, money ♪

♪ I get that ♪

♪ Fast money ♪

♪ And the ♪

♪ Fly cars ♪

♪ I get that ♪

♪ Fast money ♪

♪ And the ♪

♪ Fly cars ♪

♪ Money, money, money, money ♪

♪ I'm rolling in the ♪

♪ Money, money, money, money ♪

♪ I get that ♪

♪ Fast money ♪

♪ And the ♪

♪ Fly cars ♪

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

♪ Get the money, man ♪

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

♪ Get the money, man ♪

♪ D/R Period ♪

♪ Get the money, man ♪

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

♪ Get the money, man

Get the money, man ♪

♪ Get the money, man ♪

♪ Come through with

The flops now ♪

♪ 'Cause I got the top down ♪

♪ Agent try to come through ♪

♪ Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

You down ♪

♪ Shorty moving in my hand

Million-dollar diamond ring ♪

[VOLUME LOWERS]

♪ All them ladies love a ♪

♪ King ♪

♪ So I gotta sidestep

Move with the booties, man ♪

♪ Ride for the team ♪

♪ And you know

We get that money, man ♪

♪ Pull up to a wholesale ♪

Jesse.

What's up, brother?

Dude, sounds like an earthquake out there.

Uh, new sound system.

Check it out.

BADGER: Whoa!

Bodacious subwoofers, yo.

PETE:

Serious cannons.

JESSE:

Eighteen-inchers, six of them.

Aluminum cones, so they're really, really, like, sonically neutral.

Tweeters are killer too.

Dig all them lines jumping around. Psychedelic.

♪ Money, money, money, money ♪

Kind of, like, just wanna stare at them.

Hm. Yeah, man, totally makes me wanna crank old Sabbath and blaze one.

It's got, like, parametric equalization.

Automatically adjusts the levels to changes in air pressure and whatnot.

It's totally digital.

Vacuum tube amp, which is, by far, the best, anti-distortion-wise.

Hits 120 decibels without breaking a sweat.

Hold onto your hats, bitches.

♪ There's money

Money everywhere ♪

♪ Money, money, money, money ♪

♪ I'm rolling in the ♪

♪ Money, money, money, money ♪

♪ I get that ♪

♪ We can undress

If you're into me ♪

♪ Up in the club ♪

♪ These ladies are stacked

They drinkin' it up ♪

♪ You know how we connect

Up in the club ♪

Hey, man, I saw Andrea at a meeting yesterday.

She asked about you.

♪ So pass me a double Crown

Corona we sipping now ♪

♪ I'm looking at her like

"Wow" ♪

♪ She drinkin' a Lowenbrau ♪

♪ Must be a different breed

A chick that I'd like to meet ♪

♪ So then I walk over and say ♪

♪ "What in the hell

Is your name?" ♪

Thanks, man, but, um,

12 steps and all that.

Seriously?

♪ Don't you know

I'm a freaky creature? ♪

♪ So if you wanna learn

I'd be glad to teach ya ♪

♪ Champagne, sippin'

Orange juice and Roq-a ♪

♪ Get you all wet

Then stick it ♪

♪ Then rock ya

Up in the club ♪

♪ These ladies are stacked ♪

♪ They drinkin' it up ♪

♪ You know how we connect

Up in the club ♪

Maybe just a little bump.

♪ You already know

What's next ♪

♪ Now throw your hands up

In the air ♪

♪ Club hoppers everywhere ♪

♪ Wave like you

Just do not care ♪

[BADGER SNORTS]

Left 4 Dead, yo.

Bitches get all cranial when you cap them in the head.

It's like, "Booyah!"

No, no, no, man. Resident Evil 4 takes it by a long shot.

Please, brother.

You're fronting.

No, seriously.

That chick, the one you gotta rescue? She's smoking, bro.

And then you're, like, the last undead dude on earth.

How can you not be dipping into that?

Talk about inspiring a brother to kick zombie ass.

They're trying to eat your brain.

A dude don't need no more motivation.

Fair point, I guess.

Okay, okay, okay.

Call of Duty: World at War, zombie mode.

Now, that's the bomb, man.

Think on it, bro.

They're not just zombies.

They're Nazi zombies.

Nazi zombies. Pssh.

BADGER:

Yeah, man.

SS Waffen troopers too, which are like the baddest ass

Nazis of the whole Nazi family.

What difference does it make what their job was when they was living?

Dude, you are so historically retarded.

Nazi zombies don't wanna eat you just because they're craving the protein.

They do it because--

They do it because they hate Americans, man.

Talibans. They're the Talibans of the zombie world.

I played the game. They ain't exactly fleet of foot.

I'm saying, where's the challenge?

The zombies in Left 4 Dead clock a respectable 40.

You gotta lead them.

They're not even zombies.

They're just infected.

They got, like, this rage virus, amps them up like they been smoking the schwag.

Apples and oranges, bro.

Totally unfair to compare the two.

♪ You ain't nothin'

But a hoochie mama ♪

Yo, Jesse, where do you come out on all this?

Ha, ha. Oh...

Agree. Totally.

♪ Hood rat, hood rat

Hoochie mama ♪

[MUSIC STOPS]

Did that just happen?

Damn, man.

It's quiet.

You know what this place needs?

[OVER SPEAKERS]

♪ Say "unga, bunga, bunga," G ♪

♪ Unga, bunga, bunga, G ♪

♪ Say "unga, bunga

Binga, bunga ♪

♪ Binga, binga, bunga" ♪

♪ That's my sound rippin'

Through your speakers ♪

♪ Make you scrape up

All your sneakers ♪

♪ Do the break-dance

On your head ♪

♪ Doing backflips in the pit ♪

♪ Ring, ding, dong ♪

♪ Ringa-ding

Ding, ding, dong ♪

♪ Flav, stop this crazy thing ♪

♪ Flav

Drop this song you sing ♪

♪ Say "unga, bunga, bunga," G ♪

♪ Unga, bunga, bunga, G ♪

♪ Say "unga, bunga

Binga, bunga" ♪

♪ Unga, bunga, binga, bunga ♪

♪ Say "unga, bunga, bunga"

G ♪♪

[♪♪♪]

[CHAIR SCRAPING]

[CLICKING]

[CLICKING]

[BED WHIRRING]

You okay?

Fine.

Can't you sleep?

Actually, yes, Marie. This is me sleeping. What's it look like?

It looks like you're looking at a rock... at 2:24 in the morning.

This is not a rock, this is a mineral, for, like, the 10th time.

Okay.

Got it.

Blue corundum, to be precise.

Blue corundum.

Well, it's very pretty.

It's encrusted with igneous biotite in a mica schist.

Would you like some more detail?

Because I can give it to you.

You can keep acting like you give the first shit--

Hank.

Found in the Central Cordillera of Irian Jaya.

Blue corundum.

I'm just saying...

It's 2 in the morning.

I'm just asking if maybe--

You know, last I counted,

Marie, there were four bedrooms in this house.

You know, I mean, if I'm keeping you awake and all.

[BED WHIRRING]

[PHONE RINGING]

WALT [ON RECORDING]:

You have reached Walter White.

At the tone,

please state your name,

number and reason

for your call. Thank you.

[ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS]

SKYLER:

Walt?

Hello? Walt?

Okay, Walt,

could you call me back, please?

Hank's bills are really

starting to pile up here.

And in the meantime,

I haven't received a check

from you in quite a while.

Second order of business

is the car wash.

Oh! God!

So it's time to take the next

step here.

We need to look into buying

this car wash while we--

Skyler, what are you doing?

What do you mean?

Wait, are you screening all my calls?

No, no, no, I'm just--

What are you thinking leaving a message like that

on my machine?

What are you--?

What did I say?

You just left recorded proof of our intention to buy a car wash.

Now, you think that was wise?

Proof of our what?

What are you talking about?

Skyler, we should not even be mentioning the words "car wash" on the phone at all. Period.

Walt, it is a car wash, not a brothel.

I mean, if we can't even say

what it is, why are we buying it at all?

Ugh, God, look, Skyler,

please, just--

Hey, Mom.

Hey, hon.

Look, there's some cereal on the breakfast table.

[WHISPERING]

I'm telling you, if you're not willing to pull the trigger,

I'm more than happy to call Goodman myself.

No, no, no, I will handle it, okay?

[BALL THUMPING]

[BADGER GROANS]

I could so use a brain transplant right now.

Yeah. I'm going to work.

Wake up, bitch.

Huh!

Damn.

Argh.

You're way too sensitive about your zone, bro.

Argh. Come on, man.

Clean-up time.

Right on.

Least we can do.

Hey, the hell with cleaning up.

Just go out and get everybody some breakfast.

Stock up on liquor while you're at it. Keep this party going.

I mean it, yo.

I mean, I want this place kicking harder than a sensei when I get back.

BADGER: All right.

You got it, bro.

[MASH OUT POSSE'S

"RAISE HELL" PLAYING]

♪ Yo, drop it ♪

♪ Go, nigga, raise hell ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Raise hell ♪

Come on, damn it!

Wake up and party!

♪ The new single, kid

Get your shipment ♪

♪ Catch this new slug

From the M.O.P. hit list ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm for the cars

For the clubs, for the Jeeps ♪

♪ For the fellas on the corner

Posted up 20 deep ♪

♪ Hold it down ♪

♪ Home team ♪

[BOX THUMPS]

[SCALE BEEPING]

[BOX THUMPS]

[SCALE BEEPING]

[SIGHS]

[BOX THUMPS]

[SCALE BEEPING]

[DOOR OPENING]

[♪♪♪]

Uh...

Hello.

Yo, you the new guy?

Yeah.

You got something for me?

Two hundred and one point six.

MIKE:

What's the count?

TYRUS:

Two-oh-one point six.

Give it a second weigh, if you would, please.

New policy.

MIKE:

What, Walter?

Where's Gus?

Why?

WALT:

Because I would like to speak with him.

Because the way we left things,

I would like the chance to clear the air.

Hm.

What?

Walter, you're never gonna see him again.

SKYLER:

Oh, look who woke up hungry.

Are you hungry?

Yeah, that's good.

Drink that up.

Just a little longer, okay, my sweetie?

Okay?

Okay...

There you go.

Okay, now.

The Dodge gets a detail, and the Corolla gets a hand wax.

Right? Hand wax.

Okay.

Ah. Hello. Hello.

Just a few more minutes then we're on our way home.

Okay, my sweet girl?

Mama's just doing her work here.

Mama's doing her work.

[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

CHUCK:

Way to go, Hank.

Come on, way to soldier up.

You're doing it.

Come on.

Another few yards.

Dig.

HANK: Unh!

Argh! Jesus.

Look at you.

Way to go, honey.

Come on.

Come on, Hank.

Keep it going.

[GRUNTS]

Just ten more steps.

Nine.

Eight.

[HANK PANTING]

Seven.

Six.

CHUCK: Six.

[HANK GRUNTING]

You're almost there,

Hank.

[GROANING]

All right, buddy. That's what

I call kicking some ass.

Oh, that was awesome, babe. Ha.

Hells, yeah!

Very nice.

Yeah!

Hey!

You're a good man, Chuck.

Thanks.

It's an honor, my friend.

Same time tomorrow?

Damned straight, if I'm still alive.

Great session.

Lots of positive energy.

Lots.

It's just--

It's so great to see that.

It's just...

Yeah.

One day at a time.

All we can do.

I know. It's just...

You've got a real way with him.

It's...

You wanna go full time?

We've got a spare bedroom.

[LAUGHS]

I'll see you tomorrow.

MARIE:

Wow, you were so strong today.

Did you work up an appetite?

I'm sure you did.

Listen, I was thinking about cooking tonight, so--

Marie.

Get out.

[DUB-BORO'S "GET DOWN"

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

♪ Get down ♪

JESSE:

Oh, yo, about time.

Oh, my God.

Yo, what's up with the pie, man?

It ain't cut.

Yeah, right. That's the gimmick.

What gimmick?

This place, they don't cut their pizza, they pass the savings on to you.

How much can it be to cut a damn pizza?

Maybe it's, like, democratic, bro.

You know, cut your own Christmas tree, cut your own pizza.

Yeah, it's democratic.

What am I supposed to do with this?

PETE:

Don't sweat it.

You got some, like, scissors?

I will cut this bitch up good.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

Yo, come in.

Hey, would you...?

Gotta figure, you make, like,

10 million pizzas a year.

Each pizza takes, like,

10 seconds to cut.

In man-hours, that's...

I don't know.

[CHUCKLING]

A lot.

PETE: Hey, Jesse?

Huh?

You got, um...

Yeah.

♪ Get down ♪

So, uh, how you doing?

I'm dealing.

How's Brock?

Good. He's, uh...

[CAR DOOR OPENS]

Brock, honey, wait in the car, okay? Let the grown-ups speak.

JESSE:

Go on, little man.

We'll catch up later.

Guess you know

I've been calling.

Yeah. Um--

I'm really busy at work and...

Jesse, I'm not here to make you come up with excuses.

You got other things going on.

I get it.

There's just one thing you and me gotta talk about.

And that's this.

After Tomas was murdered, two dudes, bangers he used to hang with, get run over.

One of them shot in the head.

Same night,

I get this in my mailbox.

This was you?

You know what?

Whatever it is you had to do with my brother's killers,

I don't wanna know.

But you gotta tell me one thing:

Is someone gonna come looking for this?

No.

What exactly am I supposed to do with this?

Use it to get you and Brock out of that shit hole of a neighborhood.

Or you can go out and spend it on glass and I'd have no way of stopping you.

But I gotta believe you won't do that.

[SIGHS]

MAN:

Whoo!

♪ Get down ♪

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

MIKE [OVER PHONE]:

Go home, Walter.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

How you doing?

Hi.

Ton of bricks?

Rocks.

[CHUCKLES]

You, uh, want me to wheel them inside?

Thank you.

[GRUNTING]

HANK:

Marie, is that my minerals?

Yes, Hank.

How many boxes?

I don't know.

Three, four hundred.

A million.

I don't know.

Did you check them for damage?

Oh, my God.

They're rocks, Hank.

No, they're minerals.

Jesus, Marie.

I got some geodes coming that are very delicate, all right?

I'll not accept any boxes that have damage.

Those delivery jagoffs,

I'm not getting ass-raped by those bastards.

Just...

Honey, would you check?

Just check, please?

MAN:

Hey, you, too much wax.

Stop wasting it.

Look, tell your brother that if he doesn't show up tomorrow

I'm gonna have to fire him.

So now, go back.

And no more excuses.

SKYLER:

Mr. Wolynetz, my name is Skyler White.

How do you do?

You wanna buy my car wash?

I do.

And I am prepared to talk numbers right now, if you'd like.

You think this is an easy job?

You are willing to get down on your hands and knees and scrub like a housemaid, with all the chemicals eating into your nice skin and stinging in your eyes?

Well, I know a thing or two about scrubbing.

Any other advice for me?

Because I am serious about this.

Good.

I am serious too.

I have worked 30 years on building this business from nothing, with my own hands and my own sweat and blood.

I can appreciate that.

Truly.

So with that in mind, is there a figure you can quote me?

One which you think would--

Ten million dollars.

Well, let's try 879,000.

Where do you come up with this number?

You pull it from your behind?

On a typical day, you average 19 cars per hour.

Extrapolating,

I added the extra revenues for hand waxes and detailing.

Subtracted your overhead in salary, maintenance, operating fees, depreciation, which I obtained from businesses in the Albuquerque area, giving me an estimate of your annual cash flow here.

I applied industry-standard multiplier, added market value of your real estate.

Giving me a total estimated value of $829,000.

On top of which

I generously added an extra $50,000.

So as not to be insulting.

Twenty million dollars.

Okay, Mr. Wolynetz, this--

This is the price for Walter White.

Ah.

Oh, yes. You don't think

I know who you are?

I remember.

Well, I have not pretended to be a--

Your husband, he quit without giving me notice.

He broke my air fresheners, he cursed at me and grabbed himself.

And now he wants to buy my car wash.

But he's not man enough to come in here and face me himself.

Instead he sends his woman.

Excuse me.

Walter White wants to buy my car wash.

The price he pays is 20 million dollars.

Now, please leave.

Have you recently lost a loved

one in an aviation disaster?

Have you suffered injury,

shock to the senses

or property damage

as a result of airplane debris

or, God forbid,

falling body parts?

Then call me, Saul Goodman.

[COUGHING]

It goes without saying,

that the six, seven,

perhaps eight-figure

cash settlement

that I can win for you

will never fill the hole

in your heart

caused by your tragic loss.

But you deserve justice.

So if you want to tip

the scales back in your favor,

better call Saul.

ANNOUNCER:

Saul Goodman, attorney-at-law.

505-503-4455.

[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING

IN SPANISH]

MAN [ON TV]:

We are just about ready

to go...

[MAN SPEAKING

INDISTINCTLY ON TV]

MIKE:

You might wanna learn how to tail better if you're planning on making a habit of it.

WALT:

May I buy you a drink?

Next round, when you're done.

Why not? You make a hell of a lot more than I do.

Another round for him, and I'll have the same.

No ice.

I feel like I need to explain myself.

There were some actions that I took which I want you to understand.

I didn't want any of this to happen.

Everything I did, I did out of loyalty to my partner.

And then, later, of course, purely out of self-defense.

I hope you can appreciate that.

Just like I appreciated that...

I appreciate that when you were going to kill me, you were simply following orders. I get that. Completely.

And I harbor no ill will.

Well, there's a load off my mind.

Mike, I'm trying to tell you--

I get it.

Fine.

Drink up, Walter.

Hell of a last couple of weeks.

Makes a man wonder exactly where he stands.

[CHUCKLES]

I mean, I cannot be alone in feeling this way.

Not after what happened to Victor.

So, what's with the piece?

Right hip, inside your waistband.

I noticed it the other day at the lab.

You wear it if it makes you feel better.

But if push comes to shove, it's not gonna help.

Mike, do I have to come right out and say this?

You and I... we're in the same boat.

Drink your drink.

If it happened to Victor, it could happen to you.

And what the hell was that, anyway? Hm?

A message?

He cuts a man's throat just to send a message?

You won, Walter.

You got the job.

Do yourself a favor and learn to take yes for an answer.

Yeah, I got the job.

But for how long?

Get me in a room with him.

Mike, just get me in a room, and I'll do the rest.

You done?

Yeah.

MAN:

Whoa.

[WALT GROANING]

[GRUNTING AND COUGHING]

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

Thanks for the drink.

[GRUNTING]

[HONEY CLAWS' "DIGITAL ANIMAL"

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

♪ Paid a fee

Door, let me get in free ♪

Pinkman, man, you know how to party, brother.

Epic. Epic.

JESSE:

Seriously? Where you two going?

Jesse, I've been awake for, like, three straight days.

I'm turning into a Sleestak.

So crash here.

It's not like I ain't got the space.

Yeah, that's cool and all, but I think I got, like, this cat.

Think I'm, like, supposed to feed it.

Whatever, you little bitch.

What about you?

You sticking or do I gotta flip you over, check you for a slizz?

Bro, I'm kind of pushing flowers here, yo.

I ain't proud of it, but it's God's honest truth.

Hell, brother, you know we got mad love for you.

Now that you're back in the mix, it's, like, nothing but good days ahead.

Plenty of time to pace it out, is all I'm saying.

BADGER:

Yeah, man.

Totally.

I was thinking, like, next week?

Yeah, sure, man. Next week.

We cool?

We are cool.

♪ Nightlife

Want me back by 9 ♪

♪ Finish up,

Exchange and ride ♪

♪ Put a lot into coup d'état

None of this is new to me ♪

♪ Fuckers thought

They'd play the part ♪

♪ Super Clark

Change the scene ♪

♪ Likely dream

'Cept for the part ♪

♪ Pertaining to the talent ♪

♪ Them motherfucking

Money suckers ♪

♪ Ceiling with a pillow

Watching the prophecy drop ♪

♪ Somehow feeling

Halfway guilty ♪

♪ Pray for anarchist law

Blind mischivalrous pigs ♪

♪ You can't cuff up my wrist

If you can't find it ♪

♪ Di-- Di-- Di-- ♪

♪ Digital animal,

Freaky folks ♪

♪ Di-- Di-- Di-- ♪

♪ Digital animal,

Freaky folks ♪

♪ Di-- Di-- Di-- ♪

♪ Digital animal

Freaky folks ♪

[CAN CLANGING]

♪ Di-- Di-- Di-- ♪

♪ Digital animal

Freaky folks ♪

♪ Digital animal

Freaky folks ♪

♪ Belly covered up

T-shirt, red tiger ♪

♪ Drool down the lip

Striped saber-toothed slimer ♪

♪ Dribble, spit, tip scale

Dirty dogma ♪

♪ Puppy love, block, Shaka

Trois ménage ♪

♪ Ninja, ninja, vanish

MO creep ♪

♪ Naughty fucking freaks

And bustin' techniques ♪

♪ East, west, battle best

Turn your bones to ashes ♪

♪ Send 'em to the kin ♪

♪ With the symbol

On the package ♪

♪ Grow the fascination larger

Than there ever was ♪

♪ Walls kicked over, Berlin

Snap cameras ♪

♪ Gallagher, Petey G

Sledgehammer family ♪

♪ Dabble with insanity

Granted me the amnesty ♪

♪ Messin' up my life

Is not the way ♪

♪ To wreck it

Check the SM58 ♪

♪ Replace the vibe

Behind your face piece ♪

♪ Bass beats, your basics

Plus me is the combination ♪

♪ Known to defeat

The beast and his gatekeeper ♪

♪ Di-- Di-- Di-- ♪

♪ Digital animal,

Freaky folks ♪

♪ Di-- Di-- Di-- ♪

♪ Digital animal,

Freaky folks ♪

♪ Di-- Di-- Di-- ♪

♪ Digital animal ♪

[♪♪♪]