[heart monitor beeps]

[80's music plays in background]

How you doin', Bob?

How you doin'?

It's all gonna be good.

You're in safe hands.

Dr. Pewds is in...in....uh...in the house?

[bell dings]

Yeah.

Alright, Bob.

You may feel a slight pain in your chest area.

Don't worry, it's normal.

And if your balls tickle, that's normal too.

In three. One...two...three....

[bam, bam bam, bam]

Oh...whoa, whoa, whoa,whoa.

[laughs]

That's how we do it in PewDiePie town, bitches.

Get out!

[crash]

Uh? What the fuck are you?

[squishy liver sound]

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

Is that his liver?

Awww, they're cuddling.

They're so cute.

High five.

No? You bitch!

Don't make me slap you.

I do believe this is how you hold a scissor.

That's how they teach you in school, isn't it?

Alright, Bob. This is gonna--

Ahhh!

[scissors embed into skull]

Are you ok there?

Come on, baby. [yells]

Alright, let's get the stomach out.

[squishy sounds]

There you go. You don't need that shit.

Yugh. Disgusting, isn't it, Bob?

There it is! [Gasp]

Come on, baby.

Don't you dare die on me now, Bob.

YOLO mode.

[more squishy noises as PewDiePie jams heart into torso]

Get that shit in there.

It's in. It's in. IT'S FUCKING IN.

[wham, wham, wham]

It's in, I tell you.

It's in.

What do you want from me?

Calm down.

[more squishy sounds]

[PewDiePie yells in Swedish]

[depressing piano music starts to play]

Surgery fail.

It was going so well...

[phone rings]

Ah. Stop calling me, Miranda!

I don't want to date you.

[phone rings again]

Desperate bitch.

Are you ready for the insertion, baby?

Oh, that's right.

Oh! [laughs]

No--

What the fuck?!

Don't you dare resist my insertion.

Wha-?

I finger you.

What the fuck?!

What the-ahhh. AHHHHHH.

[techno music plays]

[party favor sounds]