Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah, perfect.
That's me from the future.
We'll swallow this.
God bless.
Um, I'm a superior god-like creature from the future.
And now you have no one to beat up, except young Master Chris.
It's water under the bridge, so to speak.
Well, I still have quite a beard problem, but nobody's perfect.
No!
Get lost, you psycho, before I beat you to a bloody pulp while my partner here films it.
What are you saying?
Bastard, he drinks my liquor, he bets on my cocks, he gets off on my weekly strip shows, but when promotion time comes around, he passes over me just like that Jewish holiday where they have to eat crackers for a week.
That's why I brought along this.
Will you tell me one more time?
You've got a big, strong, full bladder in there.
No, I understand, Gus.
All's well, then.
No?
Who the hell are you?
Listen, I saw this Twilight Zone once.
Damn, I hate the 70s.
Bam.