Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All of us are monsters

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

Don't try to stall it pretend ignorance

I'll kill every last one of you

Mark my words the last one standing

Do you hear me?

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

What the hell are they talking about

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

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

They say he's like an entire brigade to himself

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