Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Guts, it's the mothership!

And it tastes kind of garlicky, especially after about the fifth helping.

We were just joking.

Come on, Spewy.

You know what they say, tragedy plus time equals comedy.

Gus Borden is a man of his word.

He's stinking up the place.

And even though aliens don't officially exist, we have to check it out.

So, where's the apple of my thighs?

This thing is wet!

What can I do you for?

I just want to make absolutely sure that he gets a good home.

Whatever it is stinks so bad it makes my eyes water.

Run like the wind, Spewy.

You can't get medicine for a space alien.

Right here on this card.

Just get him the hell out of here.

Still, you better stash Wretch Boy in the next room.

Now, it's important to bathe him every four hours, being very careful with his special parts, which I have yet to determine exactly where they are.

Grab a fork and pull up a chair.

Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

Oh no, it's the government.