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This is from all of us, Troy.

When you're sailing around the world, you'll be going through a lot of countries, so we got you a universal translator.

(GIGGLES)

Cool. AUTOMATED VOICE: Bueno.

Bueno? Cool.

Thanks, guys.

I didn't know going-away parties could be so much fun.

I should leave all the time.

Let's not forget it's okay to be sad too.

Britta, do you get kickbacks from big buzzkill?

I'm serious. We know.

The truth is, a member of our family is leaving.

For a year, maybe more.

Psychology has taught me the human mind has a tendency to rechannel separation anxiety in the form of frivolity and giddiness, and...

I don't want us to waste our chance to acknowledge how much we're gonna miss you.

PELTON OVER PA: Attention, Greendale. Oh, announcements!

Announcements! (LAUGHS)

Oh, I love these. SHIRLEY: Whoo! Announcements!

I'm standing here with Abed Nadir, who has chosen to give his best friend, Troy, the very special going-away present of declaring a school-wide game of Hot Lava!

Cool! Ooh, that sounds like fun!

What? No! Process your feelings.

PELTON: Hot lava is the sweet, classic

children's game in which you are not allowed

to touch the floor, or you're dead.

I think it's cute, and while I normally don't condone climbing on furniture,

Troy and Abed's friendship has been such a special and magical part of Greendale, we owe it to ourselves to honor it.

Abed, anything to add?

Yes, take this seriously. Stay on furniture.

No books, no bags. The dead can't talk.

No coming back as a lava monster.

Ooh! Yes!

(LAUGHS) Hot lava!

Come on, guys, this is classic avoidance.

I have to go talk to him.

ABED OVER PA: Oh, and because the non-awesome

often need incentive to do awesome stuff, the final survivor will win my near-mint condition number one issue of Space Clone, valued by the Comics Authority at $50,000.

(STUTTERS) I'm sorry?

The floor turns to lava in 10...

(ALL SHOUTING) Nine, eight, seven...

Did you say 15 or 50,000?

Six... Oh, who am I kidding?

Help, lava!

ABED: Five, four, three, two... (ALL SHOUTING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(DISTANT SCREAMING)

BRITTA: Professor Duncan?

You stay back, Britta! I'm not afraid to push a girl into make-believe lava.

In fact, it's been my primary strategy.

I'm staying in the game, so I can talk to Abed.

I'm worried about him.

What I'm worried about is money.

My self-published novels aren't going to publish themselves.

Don't regress to primal behavior just because it's allowed.

We're human beings, not the editors of Teen Vogue.

They're setting a terrible example for today's young women.

Well, I'm sorry, Britta, but it's either you or me...

And I'm me.

No! Yes, yes, yes!

Oh! (GROANS)

Real nice, Winger.

This is why the English never win any sports.

'Cause everyone else cheats!

Britta, there you are.

Sweet, sweet, portable chairs.

Plastic gold. Four-legged diamonds.

You claiming this?

Lava joust?

Did you all hit your heads on each other's heads?

ANNIE: Let's get real, Britta.

Once the last of the chairs are gone, a sofa hopper like you won't last 20 minutes.

You want to join this alliance, or you want to join the lava? Fine.

But I'm not learning the new names for anything.

(GRUNTING)

Centipeding isn't the fastest form of travel, but if we find more chairs, we can do the inchworm, scootenanny, the reverse Danny Thomas.

Do you think this game's gotten a little out of hand?

Eh, feels normal enough for a school that's on 911's blocked caller list.

And I like that Abed wanted to send Troy off in a cool way.

Send him off or put off sending him?

I think this imaginary lava might symbolize Abed's fear of change.

I think that diagnosis symbolizes your lack of a psych degree. (SCOFFS)

Mama mahogany, feast your feet on that stack of sticks. (SIGHS)

Eh, too easy. Could be a trap.

As if someone else is taking this game as seriously as you.

Let's keep this centipede rolling. Give me a chair.

Ugh, so stupid.

Come on.

Shh, shh! ALL: Locker, locker, locker.

Locker, locker. Locker boys!

Oh!

(ALL GROWLING) Locker!

Winger, Edison, and Perry.

What a delicious combination.

ALL: (CHANTING) Lock, lock!

What are we getting from this extra level of commitment?

We're getting your chairs, your food, and the names of your same-sex celebrity crushes.

Everyone has one, don't lie.

Then you're free to go... Into lava!

ALL: (CHANTING) Lock, lock.

ABED AND TROY: Ooh-whoo-ooh!

Stand down or meet your doom, Chang.

You're in no position to make threats, floor strider.

Our truce ended when you banished us from the pay phone bench.

You used that bench to upset the balance.

By the vapors of Magmarath, we will restore it.

You have gods? Locker boys!

Earn your M&M'S!

Locker!

Troy and Abed intimidation stance.

(ALL WHIMPERING)

I guess that actually looked the way it did in my head.

(METAL SCREECHING) (STEAM HISSING)

(LAUGHING MANICALLY)

Hiya, kids.

I'm criminology professor Buzz Hickey,

and this...

This is just a little something I threw together.

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTING)

Aah! (GRUNTS)

(SLOW MOTION) Jump!

Aah! (LAUGHING)

Centipede, centipede! Okay!

(ALL SCREAMING)

CHANG: Pull harder! Pull harder! Pull harder!

(BOTH SHOUT)

My same-sex celebrity crush is Nathan Fillion!

(SHRIEKS)

Nathan Fillion!

Jeff, Annie! Get to Shirley Island. We'll meet you there.

Abed, save yourself!

Abed, before Troy "dies in lava," you can save yourself emotionally by honestly experiencing the pain of him leaving Greendale!

We can do this in three steps.

Britta, jump to that trash can.

Troy, start inchworming.

BRITTA: What's the third step?

The third step's survival. Good luck, Britta.

Seriously? Troy!

TROY: Sorry, Britta, Abed knows best.

But I'll always remember you as kind of slowing us down and complaining a lot.

Oh, my... No! (LAUGHING)

(VEHICLE STOPS)

They abandoned you?

This game's doing bad things to people.

Now me, I'm just in it for the money.

My son's getting gay married.

The flowers alone, you have no idea.

I get it.

I lived in New York.

(SIGHS)

All right, Miss Perry, climb aboard.

It's fake killing time.

(CHUCKLES)

Welcome to Shirley Island.

No furniture beyond this point.

Leave your weapons at the door and any spare doors at the entrance.

(CHAIN SQUEAKING)

(BANGING ON POT) Then came the now-now times...

When the floors were covered... ALL: Ah.

...with the burny touch.

ALL: Ooh.

You made it.

Friends! Welcome to Shirley Island, where all your dreams come true, if you dream of standing on a table and pissing in a jar.

Where's Britta?

She didn't make it. Oh, that's too bad.

ANNIE: Poor Britta. ABED: It's okay.

Her sacrifice got us this far, and now we can't lose.

Why not?

Because now we're on Shirley Island, and according to legend, so is the orb.

I'm sure I have no idea what you're speaking of.

This is a place of peace.

And profit. Come again?

You're not really playing, Shirley.

You're a merchant, and more power to you.

But don't withhold power from others just to make money.

We want the orb.

Abed.

Listen, I'm still a little raw from what happened with Britta back there.

I mean, fun is fun, but I don't want my last day here to be a day where everyone hates me.

Last day?

HICKEY OVER PA: Citizens of Shirley Island! (STEAM HISSING)

What have you brought to my door?

Stay back! (ALL GRUNTING)

SHIRLEY: My God, it's Hickey. Aah!

And he's got chair walkers!

(ALL CHANTING)

(FEEDBACK)

Come out with your feet on the floor,

and there will be no need for nudging or jostling.

I did not skip my son's birthday for second place!

(PLUNGERS POP OFF FLOOR)

I want to say something to you guys about mental health.

Is that Britta? Is she alive?

Why did you think she was dead?

We, kind of, left her.

Left her for dead?

Sounds bad when you put it that way.

Can you put it a way that sounds good?

You do realize this isn't just a pile of chairs, right?

This is a crib,

and you're curled up inside there, sucking your thumb,

because you're too scared to say good-bye.

Well, it's time to grow up.

The adults are here, and we're gonna tear down your fort.

Chair walkers, attack! (HOWLS)

(ALL HOWLING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

My name was Vicki! Tell my story!

These are my only pants! I can't get them dirty!

(BRITISH ACCENT) I'm actually British!

Leonard! Butter 'em up!

You got it!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Cirque du so long, you high-stepping acro-bastards!

Do you have any rolling chairs?

Behind the curtain.

Abandon fort! Women and man-children first!

Hey, seat feet! Chair to dance?

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS) ANNIE: Ah!

(GRUNTS) ANNIE: Aah!

(ALL GRUNTING)

Yes! (LAUGHS)

Aah!

(LAUGHS)

Britta, I'm your friend.

I can't hear dead people, Annie.

I'm in a world of imagination.

Ha! Then imagine what the floor looks like.

I don't have to. I'll just imagine where you're about to be!

That's the same as imagining the floor.

Then you just admitted that's where you'll be.

Knock, knock, Britta. I'm not gonna say "Who's there?"

Because someone on the floor is knocking.

Well, that's lame. You have to say, "Who's there?"

Floor! What?

That's who's there! Yeah! But it's for you!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Aah!

(RUMBLING)

Shirley, give us the orb, and we can save Shirley Island.

The orb can't save Shirley Island because Shirley Island is the orb.

In a cool way like Keyser Soze or a lame way like Jewel of the Nile?

You tell Buzz Hickey that Shirley Bennett said...

Well, I don't want to waste your time.

Just think of something cool and give me credit.

(BOTH GRUNTING) But the door I'm knocking on is your home, so if I'm the floor, it means you're dead.

If you're the floor, you're already dead.

Just do it right!

Knock, knock! Knock, knock!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Oh!

Who's there, bitch? Floor!

Floor!

Aah!

(ALL SHOUTING)

(STEAM HISSES)

BOTH: ♪ Troy and Abed in a bubble ♪

Ha! Hickey, you chicken.

(AIR HISSING)

He gutted us. Retreat!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING) Hello?

Hello?

I'm the only one left.

I won 50,000 bucks.

That's 50,000 lottery tickets!

(LAUGHS)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

(SHOUTING)

You can't outrun your emotions!

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTS)

Aah! I had a dream like this, but it was sexual.

I will force you two to grieve properly even if it kills us all!

Go away, Britta!

Oh! Aah!

(SHOUTING)

ABED: Yay! TROY: Ow!

ABED: Yay! Ow! TROY: Ow!

Sorry about our butts touching.

(METALLIC CLANKING)

Okay, we'll go into the vents. They'll never find us there.

I say we take a stand here.

I mean, someone's got to win sometime.

Not if we never kill each other.

Then we can play forever.

Right. Wait.

Abed, the floor can't be lava forever. The game's got to end.

It's not a game for me, Troy.

I'm seeing real lava because you're leaving.

It's embarrassing, and I don't want to be crazy, but I am crazy, so...

I made a game that made you and everyone else see what I see.

(LAVA BUBBLING)

I don't want it to be there either, I swear.

I want you to be able to leave, but I don't think the lava goes away until you stop leaving.

So the only way I can help you is by giving up my chance to be one person?

(DOOR BURSTS OPEN) (BOTH SHOUTING)

You guys ready for closure? Of your caskets?

Guys, stop, okay?

The lava's real to Abed.

TROY: It's not a game to him. Oh, no.

You know what I think? I think he's used to getting his own way.

I think he's never met me.

Aah! No!

(METAL CRASHING)

Abed! Abed.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

Unbelievable. When this game is over, I'm gonna shove you back.

Abed, give me your other hand!

It's down to us. You or Britta will be the winner.

I'm not leaving, okay? Just... I promise.

(STUTTERS )The floor's not lava now. Just give me your hand.

I don't think the lava's here because you're leaving.

I think it's here because I won't let go.

Sorry.

Bye. Abed.

Abed. Abed!

Abed!

Abed! Abed!

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

Abed.

TROY: He's fake dead.

Forever.

(DING) (TRANSLATES TO SPANISH)

Shut up. (TRANSLATES TO SPANISH)

What? (TRANSLATES TO SPANISH)

Stop! (TRANSLATES TO SPANISH)

He's not really dead.

No, but he's really playing dead, and he's not gonna stop.

Here.

Congratulations, you win.

You don't get it.

No one gets Abed.

I got him a little. This is my fault.

I don't deserve to fake live.

Wait! No.

I can fix him.

How? (SIGHS) I don't know.

In real life, I don't know, but I can fake fix him.

Uh, I can clone him. I'll clone him.

Go on. I just need his DNA.

Let's get his DNA.

Don't touch the lava.

You might be onto something.

I'm gonna find discarded technology from this once great civilization and start a cloning machine.

Mm! Okay, I'm placing this cellular regeneration sequencer on the spot where he died.

Here, don't forget this.

This is a laser guidance system that keeps the regeneration sequence from um, jib-jabbing. Jib-jabbing?

BRITTA: Initiate regeneration sequence.

(BOTH IMITATING BEEPING AND WHIRRING)

(LAUGHS)

It worked. We made a perfect clone of Abed.

(NECK CRACKS)

Actually, Britta's work was sloppy.

I'm not an exact replication.

I have all of Abed's abilities and memories, but I'm missing his wild emotionality.

Although I think I may be able to let Troy go now.

I don't know.

I haven't been completely honest.

I'm really scared to go on my trip.

Well, you don't have to go. Your clone can.

Right.

So you guys are all cloned up too, huh?

Yeah, believe in cloning. Yeah.

(HORN HONKS)

Well, guess that's my ride.

I'm so excited for you.

You're gonna see the world and experience new cultures.

I mean, technically all culture has been homogenized by 50 years of American imperialism, but at least the candy bar wrappers will...

(SIGHS) God, there I go.

Almost Britta'd our good-bye, huh? I'm the worst.

You're the best, and I love you.

(WHISPERING) I'm better at sex than Jeff, right?

I've yet to have anyone worse.

All I ever wanted in high school was for Troy Barnes to notice me, and then I ended up living with you.

I'm pretty lucky.

I'm not. I had a chance to be your friend in high school, but I was too busy trying to be cool.

I missed out on four more years of Annie.

Aw!

You are the coolest guy I know.

I hope I make you proud.

I've never stepped foot outside of Colorado.

You're becoming much cooler than me by doing this.

(MOUTHS)

Thanks for looking out for me.

Thank you for putting up with the boring, old mom in your college study group.

You made a furniture fortress.

You're the badass from our study group.

Clone Troy.

Clone Abed.

By the way, when I cloned you, I had to patch some missing parts of your DNA with genes from a homing pigeon.

You may notice side effects, like a compulsion to come back.

Cool. Clone hug?

JEFF: So, you're really just gonna pilot this thing all on your own?

Well, Pierce's will stated that someone would be assigned to travel with me to verify that I don't cheat.

BURTON: Captain Barnes.

We should probably set sail while the wind is still in our favor, don't you think?

Engage.

(COME SAIL AWAY PLAYING)

♪ A gathering of angels

♪ Appeared above my head

Now, Troy, I know it's gonna be difficult for you to interact with me...

No, no. That was the original Troy.

I'm his clone.

Let's get the lead out, Burton.

Aye, aye, sir.

(ENGINE STARTS)

♪ They said, come sail away, come sail away

♪ Come sail away with me, that's...

♪ Come sail away, come sail away ♪

♪ Come sail away with me ♪

BURTON: You know, starting a sea voyage from landlocked Colorado may not have been the best idea.

We'll drive to the river and then take the river to the ocean.

Actually, I never thought I'd see you again.

I have a couple Star Trek questions, if you don't mind.

No, go ahead.

What time did you guys have to get up in the morning?

Does every writer write for one character?

What's a best boy? I saw it in the credits once.

Why don't they call it Planet Trek?

You never go to a star.

Not one episode.