We've come for your daughter, Chuck.
Stop! Stop!
-Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse!
-Oh, no!

Why are you doing this?
Leave me alone, all of you!
Great choice! We spend the next century
hanging out a window or doing tricks.

Maybe they'll leave now.
That snake was a nasty customer.

-He could've hurt somebody.
-But he didn't.

We've got them where we want them.
You losers! How dare you interrupt
a professional while he's working!

I'm not fond of Charles,
but you could've killed him.

I'm just doing my job!
I thought we had a deal.

It's okay. You know why?
I don't want to do business
with you deadbeats anyway, thank you.

The only one I think I can deal with
is Edgar Allan Poe's daughter.

-She understands me.
-Leave her alone!

Go ahead, make my millennium.
I'm feeling a little anxious,
if you know what I mean.

It's been about 600 years.
I wonder where an everyday Joe
like myself...

...can find a little action.
Yeah. Here I come, baby.