Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You ever hear the name

-They… They sell them at the counter. -Oh, okay.

Sorry you can't cry to teacher today.

-Maybe someone talked her into it. -No. She's straight as an arrow.

And if you are foolish enough to attempt escape,

Um, hi, I'm Nancy Wheeler from the Hawkins Tiger--

When I search in Google about my chest pain.

But I've read the wrong person plays this game, it can warp their mind.

There will be no second chances.

I'm sure your sister isn't killing people, right?

-Turn it up. -You must trust me.

Then maybe you should've reached out more. I don't know.

And I've been a total third wheel all day. It's been miserable.

-You have fun last night? -What, you gonna arrest me for drinking?

Bet the cops know the last name.

This man does not deserve the peace of death.

We'll be here the rest of the day right here on channel nine,

a little… difficult to take.

Eddie, these are my friends.

If you're so brave, you take the tarp off.

I am not doing that again.

You are cogs in a machine.

Okay, so, I asked for vomit green and I got vomit green.

Hellfire isn't a cult.

Is anyone home?

making this all an elaborate ruse to capture you as well.

And chances are, he's still in the game. Meaning--

I am talking torture, Joyce.

so probably some druggy OD'd on heroin or some shit.

-But also… -Shit!

In the meantime, we recommend you keep your doors and windows locked tight.

Yeah, shit! I mean, it's all shit.

Yeah, um, I... I was just going to…

Like ghosts and shit?

Far as I can tell, you all have it figured out already.

but you'll live.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Probably sacrificed her, drained her blood for the devil.

-Oh my God, what do we do? -Oh, shit.

You killed that kid last year.

O-Okay. Um, should we go?

But that's because it's filled with action and romance,

You want to die for this woman, American?

-I'm not lying. -You're not?

if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend

He's more of a… a legend than someone that people actually know.

But you're going to Emerson with Nancy.

What did you do?

Literally, "moosor" translates to trash or garbage.

"No government, please."

…I felt this…