Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here's the deal. Anyone asks, you are a night janitor here.

Oh, I thought you were gonna say her titties.

He should've been on the team.

I think Reno is the new Vegas.

I, myself, am a high-ranking blood elf.

I swear on my mother's only child, which is who I am, I'll never forgive you.

I need to impress these people or I won't be in the guild anymore.

If you quit this team...

- If I win this, can we go on a date together? - Hell, no.

[Cheers and applause]

Sorry. I farted on her.

The Trilla squad has arrived, and its captain is me!

I won't pay, but if I meet one and, like, we hit it off, I'll totally do it.

- Please. - Yeah, for real.

I'm an 11, 'cause I got a six up here, and a five-inch pork sword, so...

Oh, that's Lynette from accounting.

There's hella millipedes under that bush.

- Okay. - You gotta wear that.

{pub}Thank you for joining me, Karl. Do not make me regret this.

Sorry about that. Ah!

- Please do. - I'm joining Tez's team.

We need you, girl, one arm or not.

- The juice shooters. - Be careful. Those are not clean.

- Of my nuts just ruptured. - What an idiot.

My bad! My bad! My bad!

Oh, he's taking a victory crap.

- What? - See? Thank you.

and the doctor said it's your fault and not all the Mexican steroids.

He's right here. He's not even in his room. What are you doing?

- We did it. - Yeah.

- in different situations. - Yeah. - Ew.

- Okay, I am sorry. - Yeah.

I hope you don't get mad at me when I freakin' smash her skull in

Yeah, well, corporate's been bugging me to start a "health initiative."

Taste the rainbow, bitches! Unh!

Guys, go warm up, all right? I'm on your team.