Bleh!
Shopkeep!
Oh!
Uh, Mr. Rich Steve,
you're early.
I thought
we'd agreed—
Is it ready?
Uh, yes, sir.
I put the
finishing touches on it
just this morning.
Behold!
Before you stands
the greatest tailoring
in all of
human history.
Note the understated
pinstriping,
Brazilian wandering spider
silk lining,
an unprecedented
two interior pockets
and, of course, embedded
military-grade weaponry,
which allows the wearer
to annihilate
anything that stands
in his way. Heh, heh!
I think you'll find that this
suit is certain to grant you
the unconditional respect
of your peers.
You've done well, my friend,
and I treat my friends right.
Um, sir, this is not the price
we agreed upon.
Listen, pal,
I didn't get stupid-rich
by paying people
what I owed them.
This suit represents
the apex of human ingenuity!
If you won't
pay what it's worth,
I have many buyers
who will!
Oh, big mistake. Guards!
Aah! You're not worthy
of my creation!
Ain't nobody gonna wear
this suit but me.
Hold this. And this.
Father! No!
Come back here.
Come back
here!
Guards, stop him!
Oh, right.
You can't hide forever, suit!
I paid $10 for you!
I own you!
You... You... You!
One mounted fish.
Got it.
Heh, let's go borrow Benson's
car and go to the mall.
Yeah, he won't care if we're
gone all day, heh.
What's the matter?
I thought
you loved logging
the lost & found items.
No, I do. It's just...
I've tried everything
to get people to respect me.
I've tried screaming, yelling,
furiously pointing—
Nothing works.
Some life for a manager.
Huh?
What's this?
Wow.
Who lost this—
The president?
Man, I bet a guy could get
some real respect
in a suit like this.
It looks like your size.
You should try it on.
Huh.
Not bad, right?
Lookin' sharp.
Makes my butt look a bit flat,
though.
Nice.
You know what?
Nobody ever comes back
for this stuff.
I'm gonna keep it.
Morning, everyone.
Dang!
Sick duds, bro.
Indeed.
Uh, thanks.
Anyway, I, uh—
Aw, man, we're late.
I told you we didn't
have time to get tacos.
Nah, we're fine.
He's not even here.
Wait.
Who's the new guy?
Did Benson get replaced
by a millionaire?
Very funny, guys.
Try to be on time, okay?
That is Benson.
Sweet threads!
Get it from
a rich old uncle?
I didn't dig anybody up,
but thanks.
I feel... Good.
Well, we're sorry
for being late.
Yeah. Won't happen
again, sir.
Wait. Who? Me, sir?
Yeah you, sir.
You're the boss, right?
Yeah, I am the boss.
Let's get this day started.
Hey!
Hey, Joe.
The usual, please.
Looking classy, Benson.
On the house.
Well, don't mind if I—
Huh? Aah! My legs!
What's going on?
Aaah!
Whoa.
Nice work, son.
Looks like you could show us
boys in blue a thing or two.
Shame about the suit,
though.
Aah!
Easy.
Just a dab.
Huh. That was easy.
No, no! No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no, no!
No!
Suit, you were the best thing
that ever happened to me.
You made me feel...
Alive, full of power,
full of strong... Ness.
To you, suit!
May we meet again in
the next life!
Mm. Good morning.
Huh?
That's impossible!
This is either a miracle,
or I've gone insane.
But who cares?
I look good.
You sure do, Benson.
Thanks.
Wha— Who said that?
It's me, Benson— The suit.
You can talk?
I can do many things.
Why didn't you say anything
before now?
I wanted to be certain
that you were worthy.
Incompetence aside, you showed
me that you cared about me
when you tried to clean
that stain.
I was created for
a dark purpose, Benson,
to be a status symbol
for evil men—
Evil, mysterious,
powerful, handsome,
wealthy men.
But after these last few days,
I've realized that I would
rather be worn by someone
with absolutely none
of those qualities.
I want to live a simple life
as the suit of a simple man.
You are that man, Benson.
Cool.
I'll never leave you, Benson.
Also, if you're interested,
I have a few ideas for keeping
Mordecai and Rigby in line.
Let's go manage a park.
I don't know
how you did it, bro,
but wearing that suit
two days in a row
made it look even better.
It's awesome. Looks great.
Right?
Get used to it.
I'm gonna be wearing this thing
for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately for you,
that ain't gonna that be long.
Huh? Who are you?
I'm the rightful owner
of that fancy three-piece
you're wearing.
And I'm giving you until the
count of 10 to hand it over
before my goons flatten this
park like a well-ironed shirt.
Suit, is that true?
Who is this guy?
It's true.
His name is Rich Steve—
Steve for short.
He must've tracked me down
from my built-in GPS signal.
That's horrible!
What the heck is going on?
And is Benson talking
to his suit?
I don't know, but that dude
looks evil. Come on!
I don't want to be worn by
this— This monster.
Will you help me?
We're family now, suit.
Of course I will.
The suit belongs with me,
Steve.
Besides, you and your goons
are outnumbered.
You should leave
while you still can.
I see how it is.
Well, let's see
how you like these numbers.
Your move, Benson—
The suit or your life.
Uh, maybe just give him
the suit.
This guy's
hired an entire army!
The six of us
can't defeat an army!
No. Not the six of us—
Just you and me.
What?
Aah! Suit, no!
Benson, wait!
Aaah!
What are you doing?
This is crazy!
Just trust me.
I'm gonna die!
Aah!
Whoa.
Benson, work with me.
If we fight as one,
we can't fail.
I don't know anything
about fighting.
Just let loose.
Channel your anger.
Ow!
Anger, huh?
Well, I've got plenty of that.
Aah!
Hey, Steve! Think fast!
Human shield number 1,
get into position!
Yes, sir!
Human shield number 2, you are
now human shield number 1.
Yes, sir!
Debra?
Guess who just got
that promotion! Oh!
Artillery, attack!
Did you know
Benson could fight like this?
I wasn't even sure
Benson had a pulse.
Air attack!
Hyah!
Aah!
Benson, you rule!
Yeah, Benson!
Let's see you dodge this!
Aah!
Retreat!
Get back here!
Your contracts stipulate that
you fight to the death!
Is that all of them?
Not all. Where's Steve?
If I can't have that suit,
no one can!
Yes!
That all you got?
Aah!
Benson!
Eat that!
What the...
No.
Stay dead!
"Tanks," but—
Wait!
No "Tanks."
We did it.
We're... Alive!
Benson!
Are you sure about this?
Yes.
As long as I exist,
there will be power-hungry men
willing to kill to wear me.
You know what you must do.
I'll miss you, suit.
I'll never be respected the way
I was when we were a team.
You didn't need me
to earn respect, Benson.
All you needed to learn was
to take control of your life
and respect yourself.
So, it really was me
doing all the fighting?
No, that was pretty much
all me.
You don't have to tell Mordecai
and Rigby.
I won't.
So, what now?
Once I'm washed, I'll
return to just a normal suit,
my memory and powers
washed away.
Time to get really clean.
Goodbye, suit.
Goodbye, Benson.