Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We'll start tomorrow morning.
You've nothing to be proud of, boy.
Not true!
See, man?
[deep-pitched drone]
Step...Two!
Um...
(FINN FARTS)
Yeah, it's pretty math, you psychopath.
Aah!
(SPUTTERING) (HEART BEATING)
Man.
It's pretty math you psychopath.
lt's time for you to go away, Fear Feaster!
Aaah!
l'll let you out in a second.
let you save Jake.