Laboratory of Dr. Weird, South Joisey Shore

"GENTLEMEN, BEHOLD! I HAVE A STICK!" Dr. Weird held up a stick in front of his unlucky assistant, Steve. "Yeah, so?"

Aqua Teen Residence, New Joisey

Master Shake, being the lazy tool he is, was watching TV. Sort of. "What is this crap? Why is there nothing good on this piece of ******* garbage?" "Shake, knock it off!" "Shut your greasy mouth, Fryhead. I'm trying to find quality cable television on this lousy bag of ****!" "Shake, just because we have better cable doesn't mean you can trash the **** out of it!" "You're right. Besides, it doesn't matter because I'm going to kill myself." "Wait, what?" "That doesn't matter either. I'll just come back, good as new. Now, hand me a shotgun and some cigars." "Fine."

Frylock gave Shake those exact objects. "Goodbye and good riddance, everyone. I'm gonna kill myself now." Shake took the shotgun and shot himself in the balls, face, and chest and bled himself dry. "Well, that's enough of that." Suddenly, a bright light rose from Shake's violently obliterated corpse, regenerating his body, and resurrecting him.

"See? I can't die! Even if I actually could, that would really ******* suck." "Shake, do you know what this means?" "No." "WE ARE IMMORTAL, SHAKE!" "SAY WHAT?" "IMMORTALS!" "SAY WHAT?!" "Nothing, nothing." "So, if I'm immortal, that means I can go out in traffic and live?" "Go try."

Shake went out in traffic, waiting for a car. He got one. Except he died. There was blood everywhere. It was nasty.