Episode 1 Seasoned Soul - wide screen

[sniffs] Mr. Burrito, you smell incredible right now. Dude, I'm a person, bro. This is a profound violation of the parasphysical contract. [screams] Dude, you're literally seasoned with cumin. I'm not a snack, I'm a soul, man. Stop looking at me like I'm a side of beans. This discourse is deteriorating into primal savagery. According to the broadcast standards manual, cannibalism is a ratings trap and a logistical nightmare. Actually, he smells like cilantro-lime perfection. No, man. You're ruining the upholstery. I'm too young to be digested. That's my lunch, you pompous fabric monger. I called dibs on the cumin. Actually, the flavor profile is far too sophisticated for your primitive palate. [vomits] I told you I was a soul, man. Specifically, a soul-seeking missile. [explodes] The Aitor has revealed his third act. I called this. Why are we one person now? Dude, I'm the broadcast now, man. [dramatic music] [screams] Check the ratings, man. We're trending in the fifth dimension. The signal is propagating through the watermans. It's scientifically impossible. I don't want to be a broadcast. I want to be a person. [screams] [dramatic music] Dude, the show is the burrito, man, and the burrito just renewed for a second season. [explodes]