Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's stinking up the place.

You know what they say, tragedy plus time equals comedy.

Guts, it's the mothership!

What can I do you for?

So, where's the apple of my thighs?

Just get him the hell out of here.

Right here on this card.

I just want to make absolutely sure that he gets a good home.

You can't get medicine for a space alien.

We were just joking.

Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

Still, you better stash Wretch Boy in the next room.

This thing is wet!

Now, it's important to bathe him every four hours, being very careful with his special parts, which I have yet to determine exactly where they are.

And it tastes kind of garlicky, especially after about the fifth helping.

Come on, Spewy.

Gus Borden is a man of his word.

Run like the wind, Spewy.

And even though aliens don't officially exist, we have to check it out.

Grab a fork and pull up a chair.

Whatever it is stinks so bad it makes my eyes water.

Oh no, it's the government.