Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shit stacks. ...halberds.

I assume you have a plan once inside?

Who am I, William Safire?

Not yet, but you just say the word. The--

Sorry. What's going on?

Is the pope hit?

...promise you'll never tell Mother. Okay, I promise.

Uh, this new place called Italy?

Oh, and speaking of, in the hole!

Again, I honestly thought they just had...

Probably would have been if I had told him about it.

Move, idiot. I'm going as fast as I can.

Should I get another mirror? But, like, a much, much smaller one?