Beavis and Butthead are sitting on their couch, watching TV. Butthead brings up the remote and changes the channel a few times, until it comes to a commercial advertising a new video game. Both Beavis and Butthead's eyes widen at what they see.
"Whoa" Butthead says. On the TV, there are videos of gameplay being shown, including murdering many people and wrecking cars. An advertiser's voice comes on. "In the new video game Super Mega Destroyer Death 7, you can kill as many people as you want, wreck cars, have sex with prostitutes, and best of all it's only $59.99! Sales tax will apply."
As the commercial fades out, Butthead turns to Beavis.
"Beavis, uh huh huh, we gotta get this game." Butthead says.
"Heh, yeah! Yeah! We can cause explosions! And make FIRE!" Beavis says, starting to shake his fists, getting excited.
Beavis and Butthead walk through the doors to their local shop, and walk up to the register. There, a bored long-haired male stands, seeming to be half-asleep.
"Uh, hey." Butthead says. "You guys got that new game? Uh huh huh."
The clerk looks up. "Uh, which one?"
"Y'know." Butthead continues. "That one on TV where you can kill everyone."
"And make FIRE!!!" Beavis adds.
"Oh, Super Mega Destroyer Death 7? Yeah, we got it. Let me-wait..."
"Eh, what?" Butthead asks.
"How old are you?"
"Why do you care, assmunch?" Beavis replies, obviously wanting to play the game.
"Because." The store clerk continues, "It's an M-Rated game, you have to be 17 or older to buy it."
"Damn it! No!" Beavis screams.
"Shut up, dumbass." Butthead whispers. "I have an idea."
Butthead looks back up to the clerk. "Eh, I left my ID in the truck. Uh huh uh."
The clerk glances up and sees one van in the parking lot. "There's no truck out there. Don't lie to me, boys."
"DAMN IT!" Beavis says, starting to shake again.
"Eh, settle down Beavis. I have another idea. Uh huh huh." Butthead says.
Beavis and Butthead once again enter the game shop, but this time with a hobo who is holding a bottle of alcohol in one hand and flies are buzzing around him. They walk up to the counter.
"Uh, here's our dad. Uh huh huh." Butthead says.
The clerk covers his nose. "Oh, christ! He stinks!"
"Eh, don't discriminate." Butthead says.
"Heh heh, yeah." Beavis adds.
"Uhhh, alrightty boysss, tell 'um what game ya want...." the hobo says, clearly drunk.
"He knows what game we want. Uh huh huh." Butthead says.
The clerk hesitates, and grabs the game from the shelf, handing it over to the hobo. Butthead pays the cashier, and they walk out of the shop. The hobo, however, doesn't reach the door, and falls to the ground, passed out. Beavis grabs the game and then they head back home.
Back at home, Beavis and Butthead are watching TV. Beavis is holding the new video game. Butthead turns to him.
"Uh huh huh, what are you waiting for, Beavis? Put it in. Let's play."
"Heh heh, oh yeah." beavis says, taking the disc out. Beavis looks around for a minute.
"Um, hey Butthead. We don't have a video game system."
Everything falls silent for a minute, then Butthead speaks.
"Eh, oh yeah. Uh huh huh."
Both of them laugh.