Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[distant growling]
Ah! [breathes heavily]
[sighs]
-Would you… -You should join us.
Joe.
[fraught music playing]
What is happening to me?
I want you to know that it's… it's all over now.
That guy's got to be at least 80 years old.
[child yells faintly]
Sure, thank you.
[inhales sharply, grunts]
[softly] Joe. Joe!
Excuse me.
[distant revelers whoop]
then served his still-warm flesh to members of her coven.
[chopping continues]
Ng-ahh!
Tell you what, I will take all these to my office so I can see them every day.
I saw the piece you did in Bosworth's class.
What… What you make, it… it…
Yog-sothoth.
It's my business…
[crooner sings on radio]
[knife chopping]
If you come to my house now.
Dickie, I swear to God!
Tell me, Richard, you must be so excited to debut the exhibition.
[Thurber grunts]
[pensive music playing]
[squelching]
[metallic clatter]
Old New England money.
Time for bed. Go brush your teeth.
If my fellow committee members will indulge me,
You thinking about entering the art prize?
[disembodied growling, whispering]
[yelling]
[growling]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Pickman] Sort of a… buzzing?
Come to my house.
More than your lovely husband, I fear.
Yog-sothoth.
[squelching]
-Perhaps that is what he saw. -The man does draw in the cemetery.
Do you see what I'm dealing with? Rotten?!
For those of you unaware of its importance,
These entities
[eerie chords build]
[Pickman] Sounds of their party.