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Where am I?
I don't... This is my room.
Milwaukee... Milwaukee Avenue? Does that sound familiar?
STEVEN: I hear you!
Steven, let's go.
The Scales.
It's like they each feel incomplete.
I didn't shoot you.
(GROANS)
TAWERET: (GASPS) Your Scales are balanced.
talking dead bird, you're outside of my body now.
(METAL CLINKS)
Clearly.
It's good to see you again.
Honestly, I do.
The Scales are slowing down. It's working.
Steven!
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
You told me that you were in a place that was oddly reminiscent of this office,
No, no, no! You can't! I won't do it!
Do you think you created Steven
You have to get out of here!
STEVEN: Boys?
(RUMBLING)
MARC: Whoa.
Right here, right now. I'll tell you...
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
So, like, right through these doors, for example,
God. I'm so sorry. Sorry...
or your souls will be destroyed.
I should've known you would do something like this.
That's why we have to resurrect her.
She's not coming.
-Um, fellas? -(MACHINERY RUSTLING)
We won.
Oh, God. Oh, no.
-If we can't calmly... -(SCREAMS)
Marc, you've got this.
Gabon. New York, Dubai.
Kinda looks a bit like Mayfair. I think...
STEVEN: Sorry, what?
MARC: (SCOFFS) A warrior.
I'm not giving you that satisfaction.
WENDY: Marc, open this door right now!
In exchange for your life,
I'm so sorry. Your Scales never balanced.
MARC: Steven!
Unbalanced souls are being judged or condemned to the sands before their time.
So what?