Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thanks. I'm your leader, General Fichael.
Now, let's take care of that bush, General.
[suspenseful music playing]
♪ Farzar ♪
-Get the fuck out of here! -[wheels squeak]
♪ He took a shit in my mailbox ♪
[dial-up modem sounds playing]
♪ Your daddy is an evil asshole ♪
♪ We had wealth until he stole it ♪
Screw it. You know what? Just go capture him and bring him here.
But what I really want for my birthday is to be a general.
-No, you didn't! -No, I didn't.
♪ Your daddy is an evil asshole ♪
Suckle that, you little shit. [laughs]
The past tense of shit? Great name, Fichael.
My skin is covered in bumps and my breath has turned to smoke.
What's the plan?
Now we're talking, Barry! I can't wait to kill some aliens with this. Ooh!
See? An angular nose really brings up your fright factor.
Holy hell! We've got to redecorate this whole base!
Your dad is evil.
-That's too bad about Bazarack. -[sighs]
Would you stop playing around?
in front of this guy who's here to kill me for some reason.
Sure, I'll put a quote-unquote "team" together for you.
♪ He played beach volleyball With our heads ♪
Ah, fuck, yeah!
I made you a fake general to shut you up.
What?!? My perfect son, a joke?!
I am destined to rid the planet of evil.
Ow!
Of course you're a goddamn joke. Didn't you notice I named you S.H.A.T. Squad?
How do you look, sir?
Fichael takes the lead on kills!
[Fichael] A cocktopus!
Why is "Finklestein" written on the elastic of your tighty-whities?