Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I-I don't understand. Oh, my God, are you dying?
What's that old expression?
or the larger world outside of my living room couch,
Yeah, Todd really rose to the occasion, didn't he?
It's an irredeemable jumble of shit.
- You like daddy's good stuff? - Not especially.
Oh, you like that.
to be a Zelda but you're so obviously a Zoe.
You're about to have a hit rock opera on your hands.
♪ Traveling on a spaceship ♪
- Just great, and also good. - Mm-hmm.
♪ I don't think I'm gonna last ♪
Oh, that damn video game.
Okay, here we go. Song time.
Todd, this is a bad idea!
- might be a big anthem that... - Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy, buddy,
to everyone that you shouldn't be with Mr. Peanutbutter.
Marco Polo squinted in the bright desert sun. He saw only sand in all directions. Still, he felt nervous. His fellow travelers told him that the bandit Nogodar often rode through this area. “Does Nogodar really have ten thousand horsemen?” Marco asked. “Oh, yes,” a friend answered. “And if he captures you, he will surely kill you or sell you as a slave.”