Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

See, by attaching RFID tags to my clothing...
Thank you.
Oh, hey, Sheldon. How's San Francisco?
I'm hoping once you reap the endorphic rewards...
His work in black body form...
At least he's off the train crap.
And that bright little star peeking her head out early today...
Is that what he's drinking? It's not even real beer.
No!
Oh yeah, I loved it.
Easement.
Why do you have to give your paper to George Smoot?
I'm confused
- I've got a better idea. - Are you going to be sarcastic?
I mean, I tried to stick them back on, but before I could...
Okay, I've found the perfect solution.
- That's cute. - Really? I just made it up.
You fail to take into account that even mute, I am foreign and exotic...
...but there are little bubbles forming in the corner of Sheldon's mouth.
DONT FORGET YOUR TIMESHEET