Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

# it's all you have to do

There's no way. Look at me. My hair's virtually a hat.

What am I gonna do, more to the point?

Easy does it, Margaret.

I mean, you're a pacifist. You're Britain's leading cream poet.

Come on, Carlos.

You know those guys with the little hands?

Not one another, glossy dick. You!

- Kangaroo. - Yeah.

What are you looking at? it's all over! Get away.

I want a clean fight. No biting, no kicking, nothing below the tail.

Oh, it's all salty. I'm freshwater.

lt could kill me in an instant but it's not gonna,

GIDEON! GIDEON!

- (Cheering) - Go on!

There's no way. Look at me. My hair's virtually a hat.

# Crawling in the shadows

You'll get the same treatment. Wait till you hear your introduction.

- (Spectators shouting) - He's gonna eat his face off!

(Didgeridoo plays)

Nobody's bitch no more. I'm Howard Moon. Monsoon Moon.

As if she's gonna ring for you. Oh, I mean, she might do.

I'll come at you fast, like a Northern bullet.

lt's not the video I was thinking of.

- Be a bit cool. Don't be too eager. - Yeah.