Mordecai & Rigby: Lunch! Lunch! Lunch! Lunch! Lunch! Lunch!
Sensai: Welcome back to Death Kwon Do: Pizza and Subs! Can I start you off with a couple of sodas?
Mordecai: Sure, dude!
Sensai: Jerry! Two sodas!
Jerry: Yes, Sensai! (he kicks a cup into the air, catches it, puts it in a machine and presses a button with two fingers to pour soda into the cup)
Rigby: Who's that?
Sensai: That's my Death Kwon Do apprentice, Jerry!
Rigby: Oh, that's cool.
Mordecai: Uh, and to eat... everything's kinda heavy... (sighs) I wish I could get something light that still tastes good.
Sensai: (laughs) I get it! You want the Death Kwon Do Sandwich of Health!
(Fade to Sensai in the kitchen. He is in a state of concentration)
Sensai (continued, VO): Through years of trial and error, I perfected it.
(He ki yaps and begin messaging a raw steak. He is then shown holding vegetables in his hands. He throws them up in the air. He karate chops the tomato, then headbutts the lettuce. The vegetables land in the bottom half of the sandwich bread, the top half immediately following. Sensai has a taste test. He then squirts a bowl of meatballs with sauce.)
Sensai (continued, VO): Using the finest organic ingredients, and the secrets of Death Kwon Do, I have created a sandwich that not only tastes great...it's a healthy as a salad.
(Scene clouds out to the completed sandwich.)
Sensai (continued): Would you be the first to try it?
Mordecai: Thar's just a meatball sub.
Rigby: Yeah, and if I'm being honest, it look even greasier than usual.
(Jerry walks up behind Sensai with the sodas.)
Sensai: It is not! It's incredibly healthy! Every day, I have one for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I've never felt better.
(He takes a bite of the sandwich.)
Sensai (continued): Ugh, my stomach!
(He falls backwards. Everyone looks down in worry and shock.)
(Scene cuts to the hospital.)
Dr. Matthews: Yep. Yep, you definetely need a stomach transplant.
Mordecai, Rigby, Sensai and Jerry: What?!
Dr. Matthews: You had an extreme reaction...uh, wait, scratch that. You had a completely normal reaction to an extremely unhealthy sandwich. Thwn you stomach flat-out exploded. See?
(He points to an x-ray of the stomach.)
Rigby: Can you put him on the transplant list?
Dr. Matthews: Well, yes. Normally you'd be able to, but a man of your...physical gifts would burn through a normal stomach like it was nothing.
Sensai: Spell it out for me, Doc.
Dr. Matthews: You're too, uhh,...How diI put this delicately?
(He suddenly gets an idea. He starts doing motions of moving something fat.)
Mordecai: Aw, come on!
Rigby: That's just wrong!
Mordecai: Not cool, man!
Dr Matthews: Well, you're too weak to be moved, and we need a suitable transplant or you'll die.
Sensai: What about the Death Kwon Do Hospital?
(He turns to Jerry.)
Sensai (continued): Could you call them?
(Jerry runs off.)
Jerry: Yes, Sensai!
(Cut to the phone at Death Kwon Do Hospital. It rings, and someone answers.)
Death Kwon Do Doctor: Death Kwon Do Hospital.
(Cut to Jerry on the phone.)
Jerry: Uh-huh. Yeah. Mm-hmm? You do have a stomach of great power?
(Mordecai and Rigby are glad.)
Jerry (continued): And we can pick it up today?!
Sensai: Mordecai and Rigby, would you mind going with Jerry to pick up the stomach?
Mordecai: Sure, dude.
Rigby: Yeah. We're still on lunch anyway, so...
Jerry: Sensai, I don't need their help! I'm ready for this!
Sensai: No, Jerry!
(Jerry angrily slams down the phone and bows his head.)
Jerry: Yes, Sensai.
(Sensai grunts in stomach pain.)
Sensai: You don't have much time. As always, you'll need these.
(He holds up jean shorts for Mordecai and Rigby.)