Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It shall be done.
"Rifling through his pockets for change, the Monarch accidentally launches...
You think it's a cry for help?
Hug me.
"things or objects..." or something like that.
I'm gonna be working harder than a cat trying to bury a turd on a marble floor.
It's all there. Do you want to count it?
Let us proceed to stage five.
My tax dollars, for one.
where one might attend "The People v. The Monarch"?
I told you to hold your breath.
I can see your dirty pillows!
The henchmen were all, "She went to her mother's"...
I developed a love for this playful provision...
making out with Stiv Bators and Lydia Lunch!
I was feared, and I was respected, and not just by my murderous moppets...
I told you.
Oh... no.
All clear, Mr. Samson. The Guild appreciates your non-interference.
Uh, hey, why don't we go scrounge up some adventure...
Good night, ladies and gentlemen.
His lies can't hurt you anymore.
Down on the ground and hold your breath.
I was there for maybe a half an hour.
And now, Mr. Monarch, you'll have your chance.
This place is crawling with Strangers.