Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I love you, Clone-5617B!
♪ In the morning rain ♪
When you're ready, press the button.
Oh, God.
Dad! They were delicious!
you turn into what my planet considers food.
Is this people, or not people?
[ Horns honking ]
Ugh, Rick, I don't--
I've lost all my loved ones, I've got nothing.
I promise.
I'm a bad family therapist farm girl.
[ Groans ]
Pass the parmeesian!
That should do it, buddy.
♪
but we definitely all do like spaghetti.
I mean, is there anyone else left
that it's not cool to tattle.
♪ I don't really wanna know ♪
Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
- Kill yourself. - Kill yourself...
Check it out. Murdered.
Divert half of the armed patrols to civil unrest,
Jesus, sorry, that's always embarrassing.
on this planet, people that kill themselves turn into spaghetti.
So let's fire up these chunky boys!
But what if they weren't?
What? What's wrong with Salisbury steaks?
Good! [ Laughter ]
♪
[ All coughing ]
You wanna turn on the radio?