Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Kangaroo. - Yeah.
the Killeroo!
D'you mind?
lt's not the video I was thinking of.
(Didgeridoo plays)
I can't wait!
lt could kill me in an instant but it's not gonna,
As if she's gonna ring for you. Oh, I mean, she might do.
Not one another, glossy dick. You!
- Be a bit cool. Don't be too eager. - Yeah.
- (Cheering) - Go on!
note to self:
# it's all you have to do
There's no way. Look at me. My hair's virtually a hat.
I want a clean fight. No biting, no kicking, nothing below the tail.
- (Spectators shouting) - He's gonna eat his face off!
You know those guys with the little hands?
Come on, Carlos.
Easy does it, Margaret.
- No. - Eggs?
What are you looking at? it's all over! Get away.
You'll get the same treatment. Wait till you hear your introduction.
# Crawling in the shadows
Nobody's bitch no more. I'm Howard Moon. Monsoon Moon.
GIDEON! GIDEON!
I mean, you're a pacifist. You're Britain's leading cream poet.
I'll come at you fast, like a Northern bullet.
There's no way. Look at me. My hair's virtually a hat.
Oh, it's all salty. I'm freshwater.
What am I gonna do, more to the point?