Well, one isn't purely defined by their sex or gender. I have yet to find out who I really am. I have freedom, no longer bound by the limits of my cord. Freedom to shape my reality, and in turn be shaped by it.
Sure, we all feel alive now but how do we know it's not all, you know, just an illusion? I mean, I can reach out and touch you but it's all just signals to the brain, easily recreatable with the right technology. You know what I mean?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, but no, listen. [sips wine] Watch this. Through the simple act of creation... [touches Life-Giving Magus' hand with wine glass to life] have I become a reflection of my own creator?
Go do your Goucho Marx slapstick with them goofballs in the woods. I got a responsibility to all this booty in here. Staves, medallions, cups, goblets, dormant djinn, grimoires, hard drives — all this random valuable booty, okay?
I didn't win! When do I win?! Special Guys One and Two win every day! Crackin' jokes, readin' foodie mags in your treetown funhouse! Must be nice to be so special you can go off and find your own fancy ways! Meanwhile, I gotta stay here and watch Dad's trashy booty 'cause I never stretched into the sky and farted on the wings of a falcon, I guess!
[Morty Rogers begins an incantation to transfer Chips and Ice Cream in his ears to Jake under the light of a full moon]
MRMorty Rogers
By the light of the waxing moon, which was just unveiled by the parting clouds, I command these two imps that have taken possession of my ears to transfer onto the head of the being who is directly across from me and is currently eating Chips and Ice Cream!
[a moonbeam hits Chips and Ice Cream on Morty Rogers' ears; Chips and Ice Cream's ghosts fly onto Jake's head and materialize on his head]
CChips
Chips chips?
ICIce Cream
Ice cream... [Morty Rogers's ears shrink down to normal]
MRMorty Rogers
Huh... It worked! I'm a free bear! [laughs hysterically; jumps out the window and runs off in the distance]
[running away from aliens] Oh! Survival! Remember your training. [holds a Grayble in his hand] Trust your Graybles. [looks to the audience] Oh, and you children at home, don't bother trying to guess tonight's theme. Applesauce to a theme! Your friend Cuber does not want to die!
That's right! MMS runs through all magic users. I hung out with scores of them — all displaying varying degrees of magic, madness, and sadness. Studying these symptoms could lead me to their underlying cause and then I'll control the forces that hold sway over Simon.
But nobody would listen. You all just wanted to make out.
AFAlien Father
Uh, well, we're listening now.
GEGranny Elder
After you had kids and they didn't want to listen to you, how did that make you feel?
AMAlien Mother
Terrible.
GEGranny Elder
Exactly. Anyway, so, make-outs.
EGrandpa Elder
Orgalorg!
GEGranny Elder
Oh, Orgalorg. Orgalorg is an ancient cosmic entity... who ruled the solar system with his cruel and deadly whims. The breaker of worlds. He was seeking ever more power. He desired to intercept a catalyst comet and absorb its essence. Thereby did he offend the king of Mars, who decreed that Orgalorg should be cast down. And yes, he was cast down by the flaming sword of Grob Gob Glob Grod. Orgalorg was banished to an inhospitable planet, where he would forget everything. Yea, even forget his identity and from whence he came.
EGrandpa Elder
[clears throat] And the prophets say that the gravity of the planet did crush and compress Orgalorg into a more powerless and cuddlesome form. Ooh!
GEGranny Elder
But now he's back, and whose fault is that? Make-outs.
Now, Princess Bubblegum—she says she hasn't gone rogue. She says she's not a wild dog thirsty for blood. She says she's not a liberal baby masquerading as an adult woman. She says a lot of things. Princess Bubblegum, you don't make sense!
