Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A cover of Time magazine.

I mean, all the parts in working order?

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

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

Suddenly I became privy to more grafts than ever.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

No need to thank me.

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

Does it have something to do with flossing?

I'll make a time travel drink.

So hopefully you'll be sorry.

Oh, Gus, I'm home.

Geez, how the hell do I know?