Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where you been all my life, Mr. Yuck It Up Tow Truck?
But what are the chances I get discovered on stage
- Don't look at ME! - Cut!
Nothing. No reason, no why. Nobody, no one, no person, no who. No time, no when. Nowhere, no place. No manner, no how. No possession. No choice. Nothing. No reason, no why. Nobody, no one, no person, no who. No time, no when. Nowhere, no place. No manner, no how. No possession. No choice.
It's your call.
Hey, what if it was written more like,
to rise up against this zombie alien invasion
It's a dancing invasion Of super amazin' zombie alien cars
"Me." It's "me." "Don't look at me."
Oh, come on.