Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fellow dorks, this is the man who convinced Lucas...
Want me to irish up that coffee for you?
Areyou kidding? He's only the contributing editor of Wizards andShut-lns magazine.
Braces? You've got to be kidding!
I steal your bag ofholding, cut off your head with myvorpal blade...
No!
Uh, Francine!
Did i say thrill? I meant fear.
And tonight, there's only one place he could be- the sci-fi convention.
Tell me! Ifyou ever loved me, you'll tell me that's what happened!
Ach, he's so delusional. Well, I'm late for my pedicure.
They all went on a mission and left me behind like- like I was... a geek!
No!
Sun was in your eyes. Wind took that one.
Scott here is, uh, pretty good at the J um ble.
That's it! I've cracked it!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha-
It's like a prison, Except without the thrill of a daily cavity search.
Wait. It's not raining.
What? No! No, that can't be!
Now I'm not talking about the sandwich grinder...