Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She works at a butcher's as her day job.

- "Band seeks lead guitarist to elevate sound."

- No, you know what? We sound worse than wank.

It's set in an alternate dystopian present,

- Why are we stopping? - We sound wank.

both: ♪ The place where she was born and raised ♪

- Play something. - Play something.

- Yeah, he said if I don't drive

♪ Just to be the man who walks 1,000 miles ♪

♪ I am alone, only know Whitechapel ♪

- Oh, so hang on, you are a guitarist.

- Backing band? - Excuse me?

- You should go into railing.

- Maybe the universe is ready for our vibes, man.

Um, I'm looking for a boy--a man.

- Her nervy disposition induces diarrhoea and vomiting.

[dramatic music]

both: ♪ She has no man ♪

- Well, she sweats a lot.

- She's gonna tell me to fudge off.

- He's your son.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I had to find a husband.