Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

all boasting priceless grueby faience tilework,
Your Highness! Your Majesty!
I am... Butler.
Hello, front desk? Watergate Hotel?
Which is more than I can say for most of your sexual partners!
Mind you, do not tarry.
and the sack thrown into the river.
Well, I guess technically it's fanfic.
Mm, no, I think he's all set there...
but I won't be joining you,
Now, if your assorted majesties and highnesses will please follow me...
Whatever feet, idiot!
From now on, no eggs, no pigs' feet,
You done?
for the deplorable state of the house.
I think you might be my best friend.
What the shit? What's that?
What?
God damn you all to hell!
Or wherever.
You're my best friend!
The young man in the monitor
The world-renowned conservatory!
Click. Now I'm done.
looking around the position,
what do I always tell you?
so... um...
any and all flash drives,
This is part of operation because I said so.