Peter Grill and the Philosopher's Time (2020) s02e10 Episode Script
Peter Grill and the Dwarven Alliance
1
You want ME to perform the ceremonial treaty rites?
Precisely. I’m too old to do it myself.
Your assignment is to travel to
the Dwarven countryside
and perform the rites as
a representative of the Guild.
The Heshikiri Dynamic?
A demonstration of our combat expertise?
Indeed.
It’s a sacred ritual where we reaffirm the alliance
between us – the Warriors Guild –
and the Dwarven people.
A long time ago
Our warriors slew the giant cicada-moles,
one of the Dwarves’ natural predators.
Every year, an emissary chosen by the Guild
reenacts the creature’s legendary defeat.
He slashes a crystal replica of a cicada-mole in half
Using this
The fabled Orichalcum sword known as “Shiratakimaru.”
In the ancient Gourmand language,
“Shirataki” means “pure white.”
Wield the famous blade that bears this name,
and if the ceremony goes off without a hitch,
then I shall guarantee you a position befitting
of the man destined to
become Luvellia’s husband.
Is he promising me a promotion?
The ceremony will take place in the Dwarven
countryside one week from now.
Until then, I suggest you aquaint yourself with the blade.
After all, you wouldn’t want to
damage a priceless heirloom.
This sword has been passed down
through the Guild for generations,
so if it were lost or broken
not even I would be able to
shield you from the consequences.
Episode 10: Peter Grill and the Dwarven Alliance
Wow No room to screw this one up.
Nope.
But if the ceremony goes over well,
the Guildmaster won’t be able to complain
about my relationship
with Luvellia-senpai anymore.
Chill out, dude.
Keep swingin’ it around like that and
you’re bound to scratch it or something?
But it’s made of Orichalcum! HOW?!
Wait
The blade looks like it’s been
tampered with so it’ll break easily!
I KNEW it was one of the Guildmaster’s tricks!
He wants to botch the ceremony!
To oust me from the Guild!
Human society isn’t capable of
synthesizing Orichalcum anymore.
But the smiths in the town where they’re
holding the ceremony might be able to.
The Dwarves’ metalworking techniques are legendary.
I’m sure at least ONE of them knows how.
Then I’ll just track down a Dwarven
blacksmith before the ceremony
and have them repair the sword!
I’ll be damned if I fall into the Guildmaster’s trap!
I’m gonna get my happily-ever-after with
Luvellia-senpai even if it kills me!
I don’t wanna work!
C’mon, Misslim! Open up!
Put a sock in it, wouldja?
Get out here now!
I’m gonna make ya earn yer keep today!
This sucks!
I don’t have nearly enough of the final ingredient!
If yer low on supplies,
then get off yer ass and earn some cash!
But I don’t wanna work
And besides,
I probably can’t get any around here anyway.
I don’t wanna go outside either.
It sure would be nice if the man
with the world’s strongest splooge
just showed up on my doorstep
Processin’ Orichalcum?
Yer outta luck, pal!
Youse a Human from the Warriors Guild?
Can’t say I’m a fan of all that treaty nonsense.
The mines ain’t got much ore left in ‘em nowadays!
Things are worse than I thought.
The town’s hurting pretty bad
Still, there’s gotta be SOMEONE who can help me
I just have to keep looking!
Orifalphone?
If I ‘member right, Mr. Netherlant’s
daughter can prob’ly do it
Are you sure?!
Where can I find her?
No, you can’t make me!
I’ll tell ya, but be warned: The girl’s got a screw loose.
No, you can’t make me!
I’ll tell ya, but be warned: The girl’s got a screw loose.
Even the boss thinks she’s a pain in the neck.
Ya freeloadin’ little pest!
Misslim!
The daughter of a blacksmith oughtta
be out there hammerin’ metal!
But I wanna be a researcher!
I REFUSE to do physical labor!
Fine, ya brat! Suit yerself!
But startin’ this month,
you can kiss yer precious allowance goodbye.
WHAT?!
W-wait, you can’t do that! Those are my research funds!
The hell I can’t!
The treaty ceremony’s got me
bleedin’ money left and right!
Either get off yer ass and work,
or start lookin’ for a sugar daddy!
That’s not fair!
My allowance
E-excuse me?
D-don’t sneak up on me like that!
Who the heck are you?!
Correct me if I’m wrong, but
Are you Misslim Netherlant?
What?!
So then you’re Peter Grill,
the Strongest Man in the World?!
Lucky me! He really DID show up on my doorstep!
Well? How bad is it?
I heard you might be able to repair the blade for me
Orichalcum, huh?
Well, it’d probably be a tall order
for my old man and his crew.
But I bet I can fix it.
They don’t call me a genius for nothin’!
Follow me.
Is this, like her laboratory?
That’s magical technology from ancient Gourmandy!
Did you build this thing?
Sure did.
I reconstruct ‘em from the parts and other
doodads they find down in the mines.
This must’ve taken ages
Why bother with this old junk, anyway?
I’m sure you overheard our little spat earlier.
I don’t wanna work.
I won’t do it, ya hear me?!
I REFUSE!
Uh-huh
But the old fogey insists on makin’
me do back-breaking labor!
So I gotta get ahold of as many insanely powerful
weapons as I can to shut him up for good!
I propose a trade, Peter Grill.
I promise to repair your fancy sword.
In exchange
You’re gonna supply me with a
certain substance that you possess.
“Substance”?
Wait a minute
Don’t tell me!
I’m currently in the middle of
reassembling the ultimate automaton.
A combat automaton’s fighting
prowess is dependant upon
the genetic information
contained in its biological components.
Therefore, I need VIP access
to copious amounts of your supreme mushroom cream!
Yup, there it is!
Why is everybody so obsessed with my nether regions?!
So you’ll let me have it, right?
About 20 gallons oughtta do the trick!
Look, kid.
I don’t know much about “science,”
but that’s not an appropriate topic for someone your age!
Wha–?!
I’m an adult! A whole 32 years old!
Holy crap She’s older than me!
And besides,
I’M not the one who’s gonna
snake the gunk outta your pipes!
Sexdroid Human No. 8, report for duty!
What IS that thing?!
THIS is an automaton designed
to extract your shaft sludge!
Ta-da!
to extract your shaft sludge!
Boing!
S-science has gone too far!
Go, my automaton!
Milk the gooey goodness from that man’s lucky charms!
Scrumptious!
Hang on! No need to be hasty!
Can’t we talk this over a little more?!
That’s it, chase him through those doors!
Straight into the airtight sex dungeon that won’t
open unless its occupants do the deed!
Why are all of her inventions total garbage?!
Dammit I’m out of options!
Guess I gotta
destroy this freaky machine!
Wait, what?!
Get away from me!
Uh-oh The remote’s busted!
Oh my god, it’s got a mind of its own!
What a nightmare!
If that thing pumped 20 gallons of peen-paste out of me,
I’d probably shrivel up and–
Stay back! Don’t lead it over here!
Male and female occupants confirmed.
Commencing lockdown. Commencing lockdown.
What the?!
Mimi, Vegan, & Lisa
Momo Taiga, Kururu Kurasaka,
& Akira Itsuki
Tune in next week!
You want ME to perform the ceremonial treaty rites?
Precisely. I’m too old to do it myself.
Your assignment is to travel to
the Dwarven countryside
and perform the rites as
a representative of the Guild.
The Heshikiri Dynamic?
A demonstration of our combat expertise?
Indeed.
It’s a sacred ritual where we reaffirm the alliance
between us – the Warriors Guild –
and the Dwarven people.
A long time ago
Our warriors slew the giant cicada-moles,
one of the Dwarves’ natural predators.
Every year, an emissary chosen by the Guild
reenacts the creature’s legendary defeat.
He slashes a crystal replica of a cicada-mole in half
Using this
The fabled Orichalcum sword known as “Shiratakimaru.”
In the ancient Gourmand language,
“Shirataki” means “pure white.”
Wield the famous blade that bears this name,
and if the ceremony goes off without a hitch,
then I shall guarantee you a position befitting
of the man destined to
become Luvellia’s husband.
Is he promising me a promotion?
The ceremony will take place in the Dwarven
countryside one week from now.
Until then, I suggest you aquaint yourself with the blade.
After all, you wouldn’t want to
damage a priceless heirloom.
This sword has been passed down
through the Guild for generations,
so if it were lost or broken
not even I would be able to
shield you from the consequences.
Episode 10: Peter Grill and the Dwarven Alliance
Wow No room to screw this one up.
Nope.
But if the ceremony goes over well,
the Guildmaster won’t be able to complain
about my relationship
with Luvellia-senpai anymore.
Chill out, dude.
Keep swingin’ it around like that and
you’re bound to scratch it or something?
But it’s made of Orichalcum! HOW?!
Wait
The blade looks like it’s been
tampered with so it’ll break easily!
I KNEW it was one of the Guildmaster’s tricks!
He wants to botch the ceremony!
To oust me from the Guild!
Human society isn’t capable of
synthesizing Orichalcum anymore.
But the smiths in the town where they’re
holding the ceremony might be able to.
The Dwarves’ metalworking techniques are legendary.
I’m sure at least ONE of them knows how.
Then I’ll just track down a Dwarven
blacksmith before the ceremony
and have them repair the sword!
I’ll be damned if I fall into the Guildmaster’s trap!
I’m gonna get my happily-ever-after with
Luvellia-senpai even if it kills me!
I don’t wanna work!
C’mon, Misslim! Open up!
Put a sock in it, wouldja?
Get out here now!
I’m gonna make ya earn yer keep today!
This sucks!
I don’t have nearly enough of the final ingredient!
If yer low on supplies,
then get off yer ass and earn some cash!
But I don’t wanna work
And besides,
I probably can’t get any around here anyway.
I don’t wanna go outside either.
It sure would be nice if the man
with the world’s strongest splooge
just showed up on my doorstep
Processin’ Orichalcum?
Yer outta luck, pal!
Youse a Human from the Warriors Guild?
Can’t say I’m a fan of all that treaty nonsense.
The mines ain’t got much ore left in ‘em nowadays!
Things are worse than I thought.
The town’s hurting pretty bad
Still, there’s gotta be SOMEONE who can help me
I just have to keep looking!
Orifalphone?
If I ‘member right, Mr. Netherlant’s
daughter can prob’ly do it
Are you sure?!
Where can I find her?
No, you can’t make me!
I’ll tell ya, but be warned: The girl’s got a screw loose.
No, you can’t make me!
I’ll tell ya, but be warned: The girl’s got a screw loose.
Even the boss thinks she’s a pain in the neck.
Ya freeloadin’ little pest!
Misslim!
The daughter of a blacksmith oughtta
be out there hammerin’ metal!
But I wanna be a researcher!
I REFUSE to do physical labor!
Fine, ya brat! Suit yerself!
But startin’ this month,
you can kiss yer precious allowance goodbye.
WHAT?!
W-wait, you can’t do that! Those are my research funds!
The hell I can’t!
The treaty ceremony’s got me
bleedin’ money left and right!
Either get off yer ass and work,
or start lookin’ for a sugar daddy!
That’s not fair!
My allowance
E-excuse me?
D-don’t sneak up on me like that!
Who the heck are you?!
Correct me if I’m wrong, but
Are you Misslim Netherlant?
What?!
So then you’re Peter Grill,
the Strongest Man in the World?!
Lucky me! He really DID show up on my doorstep!
Well? How bad is it?
I heard you might be able to repair the blade for me
Orichalcum, huh?
Well, it’d probably be a tall order
for my old man and his crew.
But I bet I can fix it.
They don’t call me a genius for nothin’!
Follow me.
Is this, like her laboratory?
That’s magical technology from ancient Gourmandy!
Did you build this thing?
Sure did.
I reconstruct ‘em from the parts and other
doodads they find down in the mines.
This must’ve taken ages
Why bother with this old junk, anyway?
I’m sure you overheard our little spat earlier.
I don’t wanna work.
I won’t do it, ya hear me?!
I REFUSE!
Uh-huh
But the old fogey insists on makin’
me do back-breaking labor!
So I gotta get ahold of as many insanely powerful
weapons as I can to shut him up for good!
I propose a trade, Peter Grill.
I promise to repair your fancy sword.
In exchange
You’re gonna supply me with a
certain substance that you possess.
“Substance”?
Wait a minute
Don’t tell me!
I’m currently in the middle of
reassembling the ultimate automaton.
A combat automaton’s fighting
prowess is dependant upon
the genetic information
contained in its biological components.
Therefore, I need VIP access
to copious amounts of your supreme mushroom cream!
Yup, there it is!
Why is everybody so obsessed with my nether regions?!
So you’ll let me have it, right?
About 20 gallons oughtta do the trick!
Look, kid.
I don’t know much about “science,”
but that’s not an appropriate topic for someone your age!
Wha–?!
I’m an adult! A whole 32 years old!
Holy crap She’s older than me!
And besides,
I’M not the one who’s gonna
snake the gunk outta your pipes!
Sexdroid Human No. 8, report for duty!
What IS that thing?!
THIS is an automaton designed
to extract your shaft sludge!
Ta-da!
to extract your shaft sludge!
Boing!
S-science has gone too far!
Go, my automaton!
Milk the gooey goodness from that man’s lucky charms!
Scrumptious!
Hang on! No need to be hasty!
Can’t we talk this over a little more?!
That’s it, chase him through those doors!
Straight into the airtight sex dungeon that won’t
open unless its occupants do the deed!
Why are all of her inventions total garbage?!
Dammit I’m out of options!
Guess I gotta
destroy this freaky machine!
Wait, what?!
Get away from me!
Uh-oh The remote’s busted!
Oh my god, it’s got a mind of its own!
What a nightmare!
If that thing pumped 20 gallons of peen-paste out of me,
I’d probably shrivel up and–
Stay back! Don’t lead it over here!
Male and female occupants confirmed.
Commencing lockdown. Commencing lockdown.
What the?!
Mimi, Vegan, & Lisa
Momo Taiga, Kururu Kurasaka,
& Akira Itsuki
Tune in next week!