Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe if I go back to sleep for a few days, some good mail will build up.
The seventh Hellfish is dead!
Over my dead body it will!
Someone's trying to kill me.! Sweet merciful McGillicutty.!
except for a four-year service in World War II and one high school day trip.
Grampa, hush! Here. Why don't you spit some more?
I chased that rascal to get it back...
and I commanded the Flying Hellfish...
You could've made sergeant.
Terlet. Ha!
You're one heck of a grandson, boy.
Yes, sir. Is this to your liking
I'd hate to wind up in one of them old folks' homes.
but I do have slippers and an oatmeal spoon.
Wow, 47! I love you, Grandpa.
Pass.
we'd all love to share in your wisdom, experience, yadda, yadda, yadda.