Previously on Queso Man, Queson has a breakdown after visiting his therapist.
I have no fillings, I have no fillings, I have no fillings, I have no fillings.
Buscadi drags him to a night out in the junk food slums and spouts some wisdom.
I'm not sad because I believe I don't want to be sad.
A mysterious junk food acts mysterious.
And now please enjoy a fresh episode of Queso Man.
What are those pastries doing here?
I'm not normally in this neighborhood, but it's surprisingly nice here.
This is a junk bar.
Come on down and dance with me.
So, it's like a pattern of I sit in my room and I watch TV and I feel anxious all the time.
You're dumbing me out.
Oh, okay, bye.
Ruslan, what are you doing?
Why are you scaring the dancer away?
I don't know, I'm just trying to be honest.
I'm not good at this stuff like you.
It's not about being good or not.
It's about fillings, tough around you.
Just let go and embrace the moment.
Just feel it, you know, the beauty and the magic around us.
Okay, let's get f***ed up.
Where'd you get this stuff, man?
I don't feel anything.
Really?
I do!
Why do I let Biscotti drag me to the junk food slums?
I never have fun when I'm here.
It's just like, whoa, what is that?
What is that?
Wow.
Embracing our own personal freedom
requires us to fight for the freedoms of all humanity.
Oh, what does that mean?
I don't know.
What does that mean?
My savior.
Shake it like you don't wanna break it.
Alright, don't act.
Why aren't you dancing with me?
God, you're being really annoying.
I'm fine.
Don't act.
That's bulls***, you know it.
I'm gonna go find someone who will dance with me.
Oh, good, good, yeah.
Go find some rich pastry to rub up on.
I don't even care.
I'm staying here.
I hate you, Bob-Tart.
You look very delicious.
Would you like a taste?
Oh my god, Biscotti.
There you are.
I've been looking for you everywhere.
Oh hi, you're very beautiful.
Anyway, I've met some most messing woman.
She's so beautiful and she makes me feel alive.
Like I got something coming already
to burst out of me at any minute.
Excuse me.
Anyways, like I was saying...
He doped up everywhere.
It's disgusting.
Hey buddy, we gotta get you out of here.
This is a great night.
Hey man, look at you.
You're a mess.
Lock it up, alright?
I'm outta here.
I'm gonna go see my girlfriend, Jennifer.
Babe, what's your damage tonight?
What's my damage?
Oh, you're trying to get your peanut on.
It looks more like you're trying to get your peanut off.
I'm just trying to have a good time.
You're the one that's acting all moody.
Whatever, I'm gonna go.
Seriously?
You're just gonna leave?
God, I didn't do anything wrong.
Don't do this to me.
It's just embarrassing to tell you.
I don't care what's embarrassing.
You know what's embarrassing?
It's not getting my move on.
Not getting my peanut.
I want you to get your peanut on.
It's just...
I feel fat, okay?
Those rich guys came in
and they made me feel inferior
and I'm nervous and scared
about losing you because you're so wonderful
and I feel vulnerable.
Babe, that's so...
stupid.
I love you because you're fat and vulnerable.
Now, come here.
Give me some of that sugar.
What?
Ah, bien croissant!
We must fight.
Help me!
Help me!
