Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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[whistling]
And he... they... somehow, they decided to give me away, right?
a mutant, like me.
He's too powerful for me.
[gunshots echoing]
- What... - The monster.
[overlapping indistinct chatter]
You were a sunflower.
Would you like some eggs? How about tomato?
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Oh, which reminds me.
[no audible dialogue]
[echoing thuds]
I'm you. Your rational mind.
- Yeah. - David, we should...
- Sorry. - No. Not here.
[tense percussive music]
[crowd yelling]
[whispers] What did he do with it?
Isolate it and end the hospital fantasy.
Are you sure she's not? Because I seem to have
How do you feel about beat poetry?
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[crowd clamoring]
[muffled screaming]
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Yeah, that was him.
A baby.
and it found me.
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[intense ominous music]
- It's gone. - No.
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Oh.
Or should I say who?