Zip, zip, zip and whisk, whisk, whisk. [SCOFFS] They are stuck to your shoesy.

Sometimes a little goes psst, psst, ja? From my homemade bad luck apparat.

It's my one-of-a-kind mixer machine

that feeds the bad luck straight into das Randomizer.

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- Will you show me how it works? - Oh! Ja, komm.

Oh! Es ist sehr exciting to have visitors. [CHUCKLES] I'm excited. I can't hide it.

Oh, um, I'll catch up. I need to, uh, find some kitty litter.

[JEFF] Sounds gross, Robert. Bye.

So the thing is, the bad luck sticks to itself

like the butter of nuts to the roof of your mouth.

So, you're saying bad luck attracts more bad luck?

- 'Cause that would explain a lot. - Ja.

Like glue. See? That's what used to happen.

So I made eine mixing machine, and voilà! No more clogs.

The bad luck flows right to das Randomizer.

- That's some top-notch engineering, Jeff. - Danke schön.

Oh, and I no longer go by Jeff. [CLICKS TONGUE]

Ja, recently I have reverted to my birth name, Heimdall!

Heim-dall. Like, you know, the little doll but first with a "Heim" in front.