The subtitles changed rapidly as their on-screen counterparts entered a wormhole: [INTENSE RUMBLING INTENSIFIES]

"Hey Butt-Head? If the subtitles tell us what’s happening... how come they don’t tell us when we’re gonna get laid?" Butt-Head looked at the empty screen. No text appeared.

The flickering light of the 13-inch Zenith TV bathed the couch in a sickly blue glow. Beavis and Butt-Head sat in their usual state of slack-jawed grace, staring at a movie they had definitely stolen from the internet. Across the bottom of the screen, white text began to crawl.

"Whoa! Intensifies!" Beavis yelled, his hands shaking. "That’s a big word! It’s getting... intense! My Bunghole is intensifying! The Great Cornholio demands subtitles for his bunghole!"

"Shut up, Beavis," Butt-Head said, slapping him across the skull. "You’re ruining the reading. This is like school, but without the part where the teacher tells me to stop touching myself."

"Heh heh, it says the wind is 'howling,'" Beavis giggled. "Like a wolf. I’m a wolf! Awoo! Awoo! I’m the alpha of the living room!"

Beavis leaned in, mesmerized. The movie was Beavis and Butt-Head Do the Universe , but they weren't watching the picture anymore. They were reading the closed captioning. The screen flashed: [WIND HOWLING]

"Uh huh huh huh. It says 'squelch,'" Butt-Head muttered. "That’s what your mom sounds like when she walks. It’s like a secret message for perverts."