Russell enjoys his traveling.
“Soon may the Weller man come…”
"…to bring me sugar and tea and rum.”
"…What in the actual f**k?”
It’s kind of dark in here.
"Well shiver me god damm timber’s.”
Just look at what this whale’s been eating!
A fridge, a car, Lumpy...w-wait, Lumpy?
Should I even ask how he got in here?
“You better get me out of here, bitch; I swear to god…”
“Uhhh, how the f**k did you even get in here in the first place with that dope-ass car of your’s?”
Apparently, whales eat bats. (Also, how?)
Lumpy and Russell are amazed.
Then they realize their problem.
But don’t worry. Russell has an idea!
"I saw this in a movie once.”
And Russell has the matches, as we already saw.
Your other hand's better at grabbing things.
Lumpy is getting impatient.
“You better not fail on me now, you piece of shit.”
They're very happy for the fire.
Russell: “You could have turned the other direction, but you sneezed on my match? You sneezed on my f*****g match?
Lumpy: “No, I don’t like COVID; thank you for asking.”
I’m not sure if I like where this idea is going.
Russell starts to pick at the whale’s uvula.
"What is this shit? Something's making me sick!"
"I can't stand it any longer!"
I think you two should look back right now.
Russell and Lumpy are flabbergasted.
Russell spits out some vomit, and a fish skeleton, gross.
“Uhhh, what car and what episode?”
Some light shines from above.
"I mean that's one way to do it-" "NO!"
Russell, is everything okay?
"I'm okay, everything's fine..."
"I'll get out of this thing, one way or another!"
A menacing, flipped-out Russel slashes at the Whale.
Russell is really going to kill this whale.
Russell gets shot out of the blowhole.
“That outta teach you not to f**k with me, now let me the f**k out or I’ll…”
"The f*****g Christ?” Am I free?"
“I am flying like the win….”
Don’t do anything. It’s just going to make it worse.
Whale: “God damn it, I have had enough of this shit.”