Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, shit.
[dance music playing]
Freelance jazz karate lothario slash cabana boy.
-[grunting] -[toy squeaking]
What kind of Daffy Duck bullshit is this?
They've already given me an important assignment.
Me.
I'm Daddy O'Baggins.
Introducing Czar Fichael,
Good thing I registered for this.
'cause I got Crohn's disease.
I do. Getting in bed with those animals over at Lean Pockets.
You can't do shit! I'm in the dome.
Do you have a size bigger than trenta, Cindy?
Come on in, guys. Welcome to the city!
What do we look like? Water men?
You have a good time?
Or we could keep talking about jicama.
All of the luxuries?
And if he makes me do this one more time, I'ma shove this horn up his fucking ass!
Extreme Border Patrol is brought to you by Lean Pockets.
How dare you put me in this accursed prison?
He died of space lupus, Master.
I've got to get an abortion ASAP.
Before long, you'll be making human friends like these.
I can't believe he wrote this himself.
We don't have a choice. We can't go on living in the alien slums.
Let's go! I hope one of you let Gorpzorp out.
You're lucky I stole this truth-blaster from Barry's lab.