Lazor Wulf

- You again?! - Hello, Mr. Action Jackson,

my name is Lazor Wulf, I'm a huge fan

- and would love it if... - I know who you are!

You were here yesterday!

Hello, Mr. Action Jackson!

Get out of my garage!

- I was. - And the day before that!

- Hello, Mr. Action Jackson. - Aaaahhh!

- My name is Laz... - Get out!

That was bad timing on my end

but as you can see, I used the doorbell today.

And my name is not Action Jackson!

It's Carl... Carl Weathers!

Carl Weathers?

What the hell is this man talking about?

Oh... Oh, god! How did you get in here?!

I thought I locked the door!

First of all, don't insult me by calling me god,

and second, how are you not Action Jackson?

- You look just like dude. - 'Cause I'm Carl Weathers,

and "Action Jackson" is a damn movie!

I think you mean documentary?

Yeah... sure, whatever.

Regardless, he's not even here!

Gotcha!

Now, what do you mean he's "gone"?

I-I mean just that!

He's not here... he's gone,

and you don't have to ever bother me

about him ever again!

Now please, for the final time...

Leave me alone!

Gone?

Then I ran up on them fools with the quickness!

- Watch out! - They ain't see you coming?

- Not at all. - And then what happened?

Nothing, I'm just with y'all.

I made up that whole story. I just wanted some attention.

And you got it, my dude.

Yes, I did.

- Yes... I did. - You so lame.

Well, I rather enjoyed that story, Canon.

Excuse me, but who are you?

My name is Malcolm.

Well, what the you doing at our table, Malcolm?

- Y'all done yet? - Actually, I was sitting here

before y'all got here.

I didn't want to be rude, so I just kept sittin'.

If you gonna sit with us we gonna need you

to be silent, ya nerd!

Anyways, anyone heard from Lazor?

What's up, I'm handling very important business.

No, you not. Where are you for real?

Outside of Carl Weathers' house.

Carl Weathers? I thought you were bugging Action Jackson?

- Exactly. - What are you talking about?

- I'm trying to right an injustice! - Sorry, still lost here.

Look, Blazor, I know for a fact

that Carl Weathers murdered Action Jackson.

No, he didn't!

Imma need you to leave that man alone!

No.

Officer! It's me, Carl Weathers... again.

And I, Carl Weathers, am being harassed...

again.

Lazor Wulf? Again?

Just don't open the door, man.

Look, why don't you just come an arrest him?

I don't deserve to be bothered like this on a weekly basis!

You being wild dramatic right now.

Well... well, I am actor!

Now will you come handle this already?

Look, I'm about to beat the high score,

so we'll probably just head down right after, okay?

Homie needs to get some friends.

Homie is convinced that this dude, Carl Weathers,

has done something to Action Jackson.

What happened to Action Jackson?

Nothing! Lazor's probably tripping.

Carl Weathers? I don't know.

That name just don't sit well with me.

Same, Yeti, same.

Who the asked you?!

Hey, Action!

Looks like I might have to take matters into my own hands...

again.

And if he shows up again,

I'll have something for him this time.

Really? What is it?

- How did you even... ! - Oh...

You forgot to lock the back door.

Seriously, what is wrong with you?

Justice is what's wrong with me.

I'm not a doctor...

You're not going to give up on this, are you?

I can't.

Uh... should we be worried?

About Lazor? Nah, he's good.

Stupid Horse is right though. He is usually back by now.

This Carl Weathers character...

I just don't know.

Ooh! I'm about to beat the high score y'all!

Shots fired at Carl Weathers' house.

Get your asses there pronto.

Oh, no! But I'm so close!

Now!

Let's go-o-o-o!