Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It seems a little far-fetched.

Nice work. Give it here.

-[crowd] Manhunt! -[Reagan grunts]

Fuck, this is so lame.

[in unison] It's just assholes all the way down.

[crowd chanting] Manhunt, manhunt, manhunt!

to invest in yak testosterone supplements that will give me,

Wow, I really enjoy rivalry sex, apparently.

What? But I've never tried drugs before, I'm high on life!

Yo, bitches, the posse feels your pain.

[emcee] And finally, we saved the best for last.

but I 'Mo-wanna' more money!"

-Where the hell are Glenn and Myc? -[Glenn] We're not leaving.

This whole thing has gone tits up. Time to fire up the jet.

us, and of course, our arch rivals, the Illuminati.

Watch me be number one at number one.

Yo, maybe Cognito isn't just some boomer shit.

What in the flat world? [groans]

Oh wow, enemies to lovers. That's never been done before.

The whole place falls apart without us.

May the best man win.

[groans] Our missions do feel suspiciously like B-stories.

We control the president, big oil,

Where what happens?

and here's how!

They wear sandals and create scandals.

It's like Burning Man but they actually burn men!

I'm drunk, I'm not deaf.

Stop it! Jesus, I just wanted to chit-chat.

Only Rand Ridley and Dietrich Kluge remain for the final round.

You let him get away, has-been!

Hey, kids, everything they teach you in school is a lie.

Top that entrance, motherfuckers!