Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We hide in the parking lot and ambush people when they come to pee.
I work in my desk chair and eat in my spot.
What's real? What isn't? How can I know?
Oh.
- You did make that up, right? - Oh, God, I wish I had.
That's not fair. You're not even a physicist.
That is my spot.
- How was the comic-book store? - Fine. The new issue of Flash is out.
There, problem solved.
Oh, uh, no big deal.
I mean, for free.
Sheldon, I am really, really sorry, but it's only for a week.
The big wet ball of death.
Oh, for God's sake, Sheldon.
Dereliction of duty in the face of the enemy is a court-martial offense.
About 12 seconds ago.
I'm sorry, Leonard. But revenge is a dish best served cold.
You're in my spot.
No, this isn't right.
Fine. Happy?
Oh, that. Penny did that.
They left me here to die.