Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I guess we have to talk. - I guess we do.

- What happened? - It's my fault. I should have known.

Thank you. I bought it at a sorcerer's estate sale.

And it's either mating season for this thing or it's movin' all over town.

Cannot confirm. I couldn't get close without drawing attention to myself.

It is something I can't change, something I can't escape. I'm stuck.

- Where did it go? - It's gone.

Again? You've dated me before?

When we get to the library, look out for victims they're keeping alive for the sacrifice.

- We have an alpha code-blue situation. - One of ours?

Listen, we're gonna go get some drinks. Cool to see you.

It's the earthquake. That symbol is...

That's it! I am way past through with you.

And hey, bulletin: I'm not the only one who's been a little less than honest here.

and something called the Word of Valios.

- I second that revulsion. - Yes.

No, they won't. Because Claw Boy is not getting all of his ingredients.

It's ooky. We know him. We can'tjust let him poof himself.

Paintball. Yeah, I was playing paintball. And then the aftershock...

I mean, I know the Percy thing isn't really important.

It's just you're amazing. Your speed, your strength.

Which is exactly the attitude I'm talking about. Look, I know the risks of what we do.

I've got the bones!

Probably has official-sounding euphemisms for them, like "unfriendlies" or "non-sapiens".

You're not even worth it.

- Xander. - What? He wants to die, I wanna help.

You're trying to get us to dust you.

Thrash band. Anvil-heavy guitar rock with delusions of Black Sabbath.

Agent Gates has been working with the detection system.

I mean, neither one of you is making much of a go at it.

- What's got 'em all worked up? - Earthquakes. They make everybody crazy.