Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[inaudible]
[ethereal music playing]
They pour their milky shine Into the deep black bowl"
[Burton] "Oh sleep! It is a gentle thing Beloved from pole to pole!" Coleridge.
[computer] One minute until critical CO2 levels reached.
[Burton] Martha.
[sound fades]
in there?
That hole…
Like sparkling dust, like clouds of light
-Oh, hold on. -[computer beeps]
Maybe I'm gonna live forever.