Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Any need for a grenade?

We don't know for sure.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God...

He killed Kimber and Nate. His aunt.

I think maybe cheer brain has kicked in already.

but why come up with such a crazy story?

I wouldn't be so sure, look at that arm.

Not your therapist.

Tonight never happened.

We can never tell anyone about this.

Pretty damn good.

They're both geeks, but confident. It's a nice mix.

OPERATOR: 9-1-1, what's your emergency?

It's not happening, Nate.

Of course, I called the number today, and it's a dead line.

I must've infected him when we were fighting on the boat.

So, you didn't hang out with Kimber, but you knew her?

Shouldn't we put something on the grave? Like a little...

The first officers at the scene noticed a shallow grave nearby.

You must be. You must be high if you want to go to the cops with this.

Let them know we got our guy.

Peyton was here.

- And with that time... - I can try to come up with a plan.

I'm not like you. I'm a good person.

Who is Hottie McBody?

with five yellow coolers filled with brains.

- Hey. - Clean off...

but the rest of the torso...

Nate was in the car with Kimber the night that she was killed.

She wouldn't even tell me his name. It was almost like a friendship-ender.