Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[squeals] -[Mal screams]

You're her only son. The parts needed to make another shriveled up 12 flarsecs ago.

Hey, Doc, can you do something about that?

Oh my God. All my friends are dead.

The only human part of me left is my man part, and I don't wanna lose that.

[rim shot plays]

[suspenseful music plays]

Oh, crap. I dropped it.

Where the hell is the turkey jerky? I can't find shit in this store.

You're making me a general? Like a real general?

Yeah, is this gonna be more like Oshi No Ko or Kaguya-sama, Love Is War?

Be honest with me.

I think you could get him to change. He does care about you.

Don't tell him my middle name! Let's get you ready

Anything you want. Just lose the watch. It clashes with your terror tassels.

If we don't handle this, it's going to ruin my entire brand.

-It's called being cold, you spoiled shit. -Billy not like it here.

Like I get a uniform with real medals that dangle?

It was a peaceful planet before the evil aliens invaded.

But I can do this.

It's just a baby!

But I can't do it alone. I'm going to need your help.

If you pork this dork, you'd better stay on your side of the vagina.

[groans] Fine. But you're getting Raisinets.

Oh, stop it, Mal.

I was going to say apologize.

Fine. Hold your breath, you dumbass. See if I, uh…

You didn't see the medals were printed on

I sent that Snart-head cyborg to keep Fichael away from Bazarack.

and chiseled, chocolate pecs.

…guess we'll be nixing the drug tests.

[upbeat pop music playing]

You think you could be an actual general? Ha! You've never even left the city.

It opens up wormholes.

Sorry, sonny, we didn't see you there. [chuckles]

Your father offered me ten Snuffle Snarts if I kept you away from Bazarack's base.

I hope you like foot jobs. I'm pretty sure the ugly one controls the arms.