Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and just left it here like a land mine.
You have bested me.
Why and who?
All right. I'm from outer space. Happy? No.
Why not just have fun?
I-I-I'm closing the door.
I'm asking too many questions, aren't I?
'cause we can fuck woolly mammoths. Get out!
Who are we? Who the fuck are you, bitch?
Morty, how's that book working out for you,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
I-I'm gonna take that shower.
Yeah, yeah.
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Yeah, whatever. There's no rules. I don't care.
What's that supposed to mean?
Let me give you a fucking rocket hat.
What in the Medieval equivalent of tarnation --
You slut dragon!
I find the insinuation that I can't ask questions
Yeah. He's, uh, texting me.
It means you're lame.
Wouldn't you rather be sluts up there,
orcs work to live dwarves live to work
And, um, you can eat butt if you want, I guess.
How about finding the spell that unbinds me
How about 50 bucks? You weary of 50 bucks?
Where are we going?
I think I just need to be alone
Hey, fuckface.
but, um, I'm down to clown.
and you will be owned or slain.
You know, like [clears throat]
come to my yacht and bring your cat.
Yes, it solves all of our problems.