Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can't sew for shit.
-(GUN COCKS) -(ALARM BLARING)
detail of you...
It's too late now. We've burned ourselves to the ground.
-(ELECTRICITY HISSING) -(PORTAL CRACKLING, RUMBLING)
But it isn't yours. I hope you can accept that.
-♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(FIRE ROARING)
(STATIC CRACKLING)
Together, we conquered the world.
-No... -CLEMENTINE: Now...
-(GUNSHOT) -(SCREAMS)
This is as far as I go.
(WIND WHISTLING SOFTLY)
(SCOFFS, INHALES) Have it your way.
He flew too close to the sun.
-(PANTS) -(GUNSHOT)
I wish that I did.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
CHRISTINA: Where am I?
Transcendence.
-(BULLET CLANGS) -♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(BREATHES HEAVILY) What's wrong?
My world.
where none of the deranged humans out here can find you.
The violence will spread to our kind too.
-(GUNSHOT) -(GRUNTS)
Reach with your left hand.
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
Leave me.
There's time only for one more game.
Son of a bitch locked me out.
A dangerous game with the highest of stakes.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Warning! Critical failure.
William didn't die.
-(GROANS) ...and dreamless--
But there's still hope for the next world.
Do you remember this?
In another world.
Hosts and humans were given the gift of intelligent life.
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
Can we call for help? Evac?
You're my greatest love.
(HORSES NEIGH)
I, uh...