Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's nothing to worry about--

Well, there's not very much

Now, then, sir, you are attila the hun.

Likewise if you were to ask me

Social distancing

And it blows my mind, young lad.

I don't like that.

We supply only the very best models.

Oh, what a giveaway.

Nobody cares about me.

Don't have any of the vicar over there.

These sophisticated organs of touch, these bunches of five

I mean, I don't know much about anything, I'm stupid.

Me doctor, yew tree.

Can scare the fertilizer out of them.

Ever since you've married me, douglas

Like an albatross.

Are you part of the scene?

I'd like to see more fairy stories about the police.

And serve it with small pieces of its liver

How much is it?

She nurse, your wife patient.

Right, I'm ready to make the incision.

A strange, contorted one-- good evening.

Still... you haven't seen my wife anywhere, have you?

You mr. burtenshaw.

But now perhaps something a little more savory.

Before cutting off one of its legs