Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Ian called Montreal, and he got me my job back.

The game has never been more awesome.

but you can't deny that together we make masterpieces.

- No. I didn't... - I'm sorry.

[French music plays]

Yeah, and he got all the workers their overtime pay.

It's all about the hate-watch now, right?

So just tell me your demands. Jo, make sure to get these down.

Actually, I do. Thank you for asking.

Your superior, who earned his post through merit and hard work,

Why do the employees love Ian so much? Huh?

but then I wrote him a check and he got right to work.

Ooh, maybe it's a way for you to deflect from having to deal with your emotions.

[mouths words] Thank you.

It's transmitted through contact with a certain elven species.

Now, look. We are staring down the barrel of a mutiny here, okay?

and I guess there's no job to come back to.

I found this when we first moved in.

- Let's get a team on it. - Right now? It's 2:00 in the morning.

And none of that Froyo crap. I mean, this is the real deal. This is dairy.

There were too many metaphors!

And general insults.

What's wrong, Pop? Y-You look tired.

You get what you get and you don't get upset!