Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I grew up working on a fly farm.

[Reg] Personally, I'd say it's more of an ethical opportunity

Please, please...

[dramatic music playing]

[rad meter peaking]

Show me the illustration.

How do you demote someone who equally dislikes every job he's ever worked?

I know. I've got anger. We all do.

This shipment of new recruits came in, and, uh, one of them was Maximus.

To reach out across the cultural divide.

Yeah? Why's that?

Uh, we're definitely picking up an abomination of some kind or another.

Okay, well, uh, the fact remains

Don't feel bad.

♪ And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone ♪

A Gulper got it, huh?

Copy that. We'll get you a replacement squire right away.

shoot Jorge in the fucking head, yeah?

-All right. -[Yaffe] Mr. Howard.

and murder vault dwellers?

My squire, he fell in battle.

-[microphone squeaks] -Well, he's not here now, is he?

♪ Then what will I do? ♪

Uh... meeting adjourned.

-You saved me! -Huh.

What are we gonna do with you?

I guess I'm not Gate-Keeper anymore.

I can teach the raiders Shakespeare-- and when they're ready, Marlowe.

-Okay. That's fine, that's enough. -Thanks, though.

and then they'd feed our shit to the flies.

Understood. Understood.

You stupid motherfucker, you know this is all your fault.

Something like that.

I'd be happy to teach them introductory calculus.