Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Remember? No!
Oh. He's dead.
...it is once again time for peer reviews.
Luke?
...but especially to our highest-scoring recruit, Lucas Troy.
Are you reading it wrong? Within two hundred meters.
We can take each other's names. I'd be--
Because that is, like, the last thing we need. An Entmoot.
Cyril, not now.
...I snuck into your room with a big bottle of suntan oil...
Under“ - ...wear..
Guess you never learned how to shoot.
Reach-around?
Don't worry, Luke. I'm coming for you.
Aw, really?
...two pairs snowshoe. Son of a bitch!