Kite Man: Hell Yeah!

Babe, I need more shot glasses--

Oh! Trevor?

What are you doing staying late after class?

Uh, what?

Oh, oh, oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yes, teacher,

it's me, Trevor, your student,

wondering how I might get up my grade.

I think we can find you some extra credit.

And I want a good look at your locker,

I hear it's so dirty.

Oh, so dirty.

In fact, I'm so dirty,

you should probably check me for lice.

Check you for... Babe,

isn't that more of a grade school thing?

I don't think...

I'm pretty sure we had lice checks in my high school.

Oh. Well, then, let me get a comb

and my rubber gloves.

Oh, gonna use your special lice comb?

Oh, you know I am.

Any nits or larvae?

Oh, yeah.

Check him for lice

you dirty strumpet.

- Sixpack! - What are you doing in here?

Looking for peanut butter. Found it.

Sixpack,

remember what we said about boundaries--

This is employees only!

You wet-brained perv!

You didn't overhear any...

- None of that? - Ah, nah. No.

But for the record,

lice checks are more of a school nurse thing.

You know, for next time.

Uh-huh.

Now, where were we?

Well, Nurse Glider, I was thinking you could

take my temperature the baby way.

Sixpack wants a triple gin Provencal, neat.

Fancy drink for a guy who is passed out.

Sixpack's orders get more upscale

the drunker he gets.

He's a reverse bridesmaid.

Reverse bridesmaid?

Oh, yeah. Bridesmaids start the wedding

with, like, a French martini, but by the end of the night,

they're sucking up paint thinner

somebody spilled on the bar.

That is so true!

I don't know how to make a-- Oh! Wait a sex.

Glider has drink recipes on her computer.

All right, let's see... Dap-a-dap-dap...

Uh... Time out.

Does she actually let you use her laptop?

Ah, this would be a first,

but I'm sure she's cool with it.

- Stalker much? - Hello?

- What's hers is yours. - Privacy?

"Work stuff." That's me.

After all, I'm the biz pahd-na,

so no probs clickety clacking this folds.

- Oops. - Jesus fuck!

Finish a word!

Whoa. Stop the trolley.

Relationship Milestones Checklist?

It says here,

at one year you should be living together

or just break up.

We're 14 months!

- Yikes! - Better find a place.

- You suck, dude - News flash, you suck.

Open communication is the key to trust.

Perhaps you should wait

and discuss this with Golden Glider.

Wait? He's two months late.

- You know... - Two months...

- The ship has sailed... - If he takes any more...

Okay, look what I found. Wha--

Were you guys plotting to kill me or something?

Babe, these have been the best 14 months of my life.

The only thing I would change?

The two rents part.

Lisa Snart...

aka Golden Glider,

would you make me the luckiest roommate-with-benefits on Earth

and move in with me?

Is it me or does this guy

fake propose for fucking everything?

Babe, I...

I mean, what is this?

It's a key which symbolically opens

the door to wherever we move in together.

Chuck, this is so...

Oh, no. The work folder.

I, uh...

No. I can't move in with you.

Hey, while you're down on the floor,

you might wanna look under some tables,

for your fucking balls.

- Give the guy a break. - He got you!

Those are long gone my friend.

Um, babe, was just noodling

and thought maybe we should discuss

what happened...

Totally. Just crazy busy right now, babe.

Inventorying the straws.

- Ah! Super important. - Oh, yeah. Super important.

True that. Yeah.

You know, I should do the same with the bev napkins.

Well, in the words

of Archduke Ferdinand's bodyguard,

"I sure biffed this one."

Totally put Glider on the spot when she wasn't ready.

Oh, come on. You're following the rules

of her own spreadsheet, right?

I thought so. I mean, things were going amazing

and yet she defied her own spreadsheet.

Maybe she does want to move in together.

She just doesn't want to move in together with you.

Yeah, face it, you're eating a meatball

too big for your mouth.

She's a devastating killing machine

and you got a kite.

This is why I don't date anyone less powerful than me.

Or the poor.

Shiznit!

I mean, maybe she's not into me anymore.

You think? guys?

Where'd everyone go?

Across the street.

Eat my ass,

a Villigan's opened across the street?

What'd they do? Put it up overnight?

They have got the franchising down.

I am going to miss that Unitarian church.

Ugh, all our customers went over there.

Hey, can I get off early today?

No!

We are so fucked!

Damn it. I knew legitimate business was a bad idea.

Well, hold on. Okay.

So, a competitor opened across the street.

You know what?

This could be the villain bar and restaurant district.

Oh, I don't know. Villigan's is a huge chain.

They could bury us like they buried

Beefsteak Charlie's and Shnazzy's Sitz 'n Gritz...

And Tamale Junction.

Miss those tamales everyday.

How about this?

I'll go do some recon.

Get the hot goss,

see what's crackalacking,

come back and game plan this bizzy.

Gotta love Bane's can-do attitude.

We're toast.

What is Bane doing?

How long does it take to scope a place out?

Courtesy of Villigan's management.

Wait, that wasn't...

Riddler? No.

Villigan's is villain-themed.

The staff all dress like famous villains.

That would offend the shit out of me if it wasn't so fun.

Well, what is this for?

"To the owners of Noonan's.

A gift basket from your new neighbors at Villigan's."

Three day-passes for Queen of Kings Spa.

Oh! I'm going by myself three times.

Um, this is addressed to the owners.

Sure. Butter us up before they fry us in the pan.

Actually, babe,

couples spa date?

We can get intimately rubbed down

by strangers side-by-side.

Maybe, you know, in there somewhere

discuss today's spreadsheet snafu...

Uh, yeah. Or, you know,

I never really get to bond with the girls here

and female friendships are so important.

- No, they're not. - Free spa day.

Right, yes, super true, babe.

Take the girls!

- I am shouting. - I like that plan.

Those spas are nude.

Gives me a chance to do some body shopping.

This one has to shit anytime I have sugar.

Great. All right. Well...

Um...

Oh. Okay.

Wow. Yeah. Mmm.

- Bye. - Uh, bye now.

She wants nothing to do with me.

That's loser talk.

Ow! Sean!

You want her to move in with you?

There are two things women can't resist.