Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[snickers]
-[KRS] Terry. -[gasps]
Mmm?
[screams, grunts]
I do not see one of their collars around your neck.
[Terry] Well, we need to see your inventory.
-No! [wailing] -[Lisa sobbing]
But they need help.
♪ I feel like getting crazy… ♪
[sobbing]
-Why does no one listen to me? -[Lootbat whimpering]
[both grunting]
Hey. Ain't you the one that stole my blaster?
[gray guard] Stand your ground! I said stand your gr--
[kids sobbing]
We should go back to the jungles where we belong.
[Chillas grunting]
[Lootbat groaning, yelling, groaning]
[both grunting]
Whoa! Hey, man! I'm just freelance. I ain't no cop.
Leeza.
[sighs] Okay.
But they are for another day.
Psh. Man, I'm never having kids.
The poor Chilla, he cannot even fight!