Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ dial-up modem sounds ]

What? My perfect son, a joke?

I eat my own hair.

[Mal] This is our base, dumbass.

How does Lieutenant BFF sound?

I don't care which side I'm on. Kills are kills.

If you do, your mother will divorce me. I'm not losing my throne.

That is straight-up offensive.

You want me to kill my own dad?

and it came with a mask and a trick-or-treat pumpkin?

Humans! Kill them sum bitches.

Yeah, okay, Tina, we need to talk.

Ooh, I'm a sassy bitch! Now let's get to work, you dicks.

They're delicious, nutritious, and high in omega threes.

-[cackles] -[thunder crashes]

The throne? I don't want him to die because

Cool, slide whistle!

Now, relax. Now, relax.

S.H.A.T. Squad, the koi pond mission is off.

Just drop this capsule into liquid and it hydrates into a bouncy castle.

How else do you get your neighbors to take off their shoes so you can sniff them?

I do. I don't like to brag about it, but it's big, by the way.

Cool. Just like how I'm your quote-unquote "son"?

You're going to convince that evil bastard to be nice? How?

It's made of bones, sir.

I call it the sui-slide whistle.

-who I'm trying to get laid. -Wow, the teacher is cute!

♪ He crucifies our pets ♪

Why is my son such a goddamn stupid, spoiled little shit?

[narrator] Then Renzo married Queen Flammy.