Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Are you date-of-employment, or...? - Calendar-year!

Kolya, there's something I've been meaning to tell you.

- Heh. Like you'd know. - Or choked, in your case.

Cyril, goddamn it, you're smothering Lana.

Why, would you be into that? Just curious.

Well, too bad. Because guess what.

I want to leave, please. Right now.

and parting her moist lips...

which hopefully explains my shock at finding myself...

and then... yeah! Oh, yeah!

I forgot to spend the balance in my goddamn flex account

And, Cyril, ignore her.

You really need to relax.

What? I said "worst-case."

It would be nice to know what kind of danger I'm facing.

Hey, I'm helping Cyril. Text her again.

- Archer, it's me. - Cyril? Hey, I can't really talk right now.

Are you still here?

- So I'm a little late. - A lot late.

Oh, damn it, that was the guy in charge of the chocolate fountain.

- First of all... - Nikolai, look, they're alive.

Not that. Kolya, my people need help.