Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ATH, eh? ... Excellent, Mr. Hartman . Excellent.
Looks like a vortex. A gateway into another dimension.
Come, Hartmans & Portillos, eat. Grow large with tacos.
Die! Die! Everybody die!
Art sure no craven, ghastly ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore
We get over a million channels from the far reaches of the galaxy.
Shush! Shut up! Quit trying to push us around!
Come Back Here, You Little Raven!
An ancient Indian what?
Respite from thy Memories of Lenore
If you don't believe me, look at this book I found.
Beawre beware beware beware beware.
Did too!. Too!. T-O-O!. T-O-O, too!. Always!. A-L-W-A-Y-S!. A-L-W-A-Y-S, always!. Did not!. Not!. N-O-T! N-O-T, not!. Never!. N-E-V-E-R!. N-E-V-E-R, never!.
-Surely-- -Said I
Lisa, that wasn't scary. Not even for a poem.
-Can I think about this? -Sure.
God lent thee By angels sent thee
Leave my loneliness unbroken Quit the bust above my door
Bruh uh nigga vrai
And Maybe Even Loving You. Leave Me Alone.
Do you have Amazon Prime? No, that would cost extra
Ooh, a vortex. Catch!
Well, that last story was a warmup for this macabre tale I call:
Leave no black plume as a token Of the lie thy soul hath spoken
It was written in 1845. Maybe people were easier to scare.