Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Anything I deem at least bit suspicious will be met with cannon fire, do not test me

Do you hear me?

All of us are monsters

Whenever you look at it let this thought flood over you...I must return to that cellar

Don't try to stall it pretend ignorance

Mark my words the last one standing

Won't stand a chance you'll be blown to hell before you can assume your true form

What do you mean? you damn well know that we can push further

What the hell are they talking about

I'll kill every last one of you

There was a messenger on the way to HQ with this look on his face

They say he's like an entire brigade to himself