Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Suddenly I became privy to more grafts than ever.

I mean, all the parts in working order?

A cover of Time magazine.

Don't you know the world's full of two-headed walking dead zombies who all look like Sharon?

Okay, my underpants is a bad example, but somebody's underpants.

So hopefully you'll be sorry.

Does it have something to do with flossing?

You're ugly and you're doughy and you're bursting with love like some kind of rancid wedding cake that was left out in a terrible rainstorm by a drifter who's smelling named Hank who lives in a storm drain and he wears five pairs of pants even though it's summertime and he'd be much more comfortable wearing five pairs of shorts.

No need to thank me.

I get to release all this bitterness inside me, and it's not like the captain would kick me off the force for such a minor infraction.

Oh, hey, I could use this nifty time machine.

That's a very good joke, because water is another word for urine.

Gus, I have to go away on a little business trip.

I'll make a time travel drink.

Geez, how the hell do I know?

and I've come back to your era using a special time drink that I call Time Juice.

Well, everything will be okay as long as I don't put the idea of whizzing on the captain in your head.

Oh, Gus, I'm home.

Stand in the place where you were, now face north.