Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where are we going?
Find a weapon, Olly. Fight them.
Shh. Shh.
Stop hoarding toilet paper, You Cunts!
- How did you know-- - That it was you?
I'll get help.
- We have to hold the gate. - But we need men here.
- Man the gate! - Ready yourselves!
No discipline. No training.
Protect the gate!
The bars of those gates are four inches of cold-rolled steel.
Draw!
Let's go. There's two.
I'll take this watch.
And she never offered.
Come on!
To fi--- you can't do that.
They'll kill the rest of us, too.
Most of their men are up top.
And she was nice and soft down below.
More words.
Hold the fucking gate!
They'll hit us again tonight.
Mother save me. Father save me When a guy pooped his pants very badly
Thorne gave me strict orders to not open the gate.
Don't cheer too loud.
Who's left to give orders?
- Sam. - Yeah?
Get him inside.
Come on, come on.
Clear the way! Let's go!