Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know. Lights on an oil rig maybe, or a local settlement.

but here we are.

- What? No way. - Yeah.

[chuckles] Guilty of all charges.

Crackers and chocolate.

[voice, echoing] You shouldn't be here.

Not really my crowd.

I'm the troll from the basement that you try to avoid in the break room.

What do you do?

- Help! Help! Help! - [grunting]

We build a bonfire. We feed it.

[footsteps thudding]

Well, what do you suggest? Full mobilization?

Wet legs, you're gonna be fighting hypothermia.

Uh, Titans have odd effects on their surroundings

Yes. And if the time comes,

- [lock clicking] - [keys jingle]

Is this part of the act?

[chuckles] Okay.

and you walked in front of it gawking like a tourist.

Since I was little.

For work, yeah.

- Where? - It was a rhythmic pulse,

...I'm proud of you.

Why does it matter to you if I go?

[Kentaro muttering] I'm sorry.

[Kentaro] We gotta get you dry.

Congratulations.

Now you can go.

- How did this happen? - [sighs]

I need to speak to Assistant Director Verdugo--

Uh, what? What day?

The chopper! Let's go.

I'm just pouring one out for the guy who loved getting one over on me.

to learn everything we can in any way that we can

[Lee] All right. Her pants are dry.

It's okay. You didn't make Tacoma suck.