Transcription:Purple Stuff

(David opens the refridgerator)

David: Alright. What do we got in here? OJ. Purple stuff. Soda. *excited gasp* Look, Sunny D!

David's Friend: Wait, wait. What the hell is purple stuff? It doesn't even have a label!

(David pulls the purple drink and shuts the fridge)

David: You think it'll get us high?

David's Friend: Only one way to find out!

(The boys are seen typing on the computer, writing papers in a library, in a lab with the purple drink, and yelling over a billboard in David's room. David leaves and walks across the street, but is quickly hit by a short bus)

David's Friend: David!

(David's Friend flips him over on his back to reveal a large wound in his chest)

David's Friend: Don't you die on me!

(David coughs up blood)

David: I might not have to.

David's Friend: What do you mean?

David: One last theory about purple stuff.

(David's Friend pours a tube of the purple drink into his mouth and in his wound. Purple bubbles rise from his chest and he is quickly healed)

David's Friend: It-it worked!

(David holds up a thumbs up)

(Jesus Christ opens up his refridgerator)

Jesus Christ: Okay. Let's see. OJ. Sunny D. Soda. Hey! Who took my purple stuff?! Aww! Dad, damnit!

(Jesus grabs the Sunny D and drinks it down)

Jesus: *groan* God. It's like someone poured a bottle of perfume into orange juice.