Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Spread out. Eyes open.

♪ While you chip away my brain ♪

I need a drink.

‐ Shut up. There's Lana.

Hey, that feels pretty good.

about that bacteria breeding facility you call a home.

[moans, body thuds]

Ah‐cha‐cha! ‐ Oh, right.

[music blasting] ‐ Oh, my God is right.

I have to check in with headquarters.

is a complete mystery to science,

‐ I thought we just needed audio.

The void stares into me.

when did you get your shit together?

is intensely erotic?

♪ I got an ace card, coming down on the rocks ♪

‐ Whoa, wait. What about Lana?

‐ Cyril, grab them.

Or are you screwing with office fridge space

‐ Come on, man, we'll hang out soon.

to create the diversion, but you were too incompetent

[phone ringing]

two hours late, but you're here.

‐ Yes, but not in a creepy way.

‐ If I look at that photo now, can you check

‐ So that would only make sense

Anyway, since my time here on Earth is finite,

I swear, but until then,

your new Brain Wave Sensitive Tactical Mobility Device,

It's like the last helicopter out of Saigon in there,

but the fact that you think me and Lana are impossible

when they see me naked.

nothing like this has ever happened before.

‐ Well, our true purpose is to‐‐

God, that smells worse than the break room salmon!

‐ Well, at least my hips didn't produce a human disruption

and opposite day simultaneously?

of not getting us killed.

This is the moment it all turns around.

Hi. I‐‐wow.

‐ She's doing... advance scouting.

We had a whole talk about that.

‐ Hey, uncalled for! Also fair.

[computer beeps] ‐ Yep, that's enough.

‐ So are you guys Flemish or Walloon?