Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Right here on this card.

Come on, Spewy.

What can I do you for?

You can't get medicine for a space alien.

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

This thing is wet!

Run like the wind, Spewy.

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

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

Just get him the hell out of here.

He's stinking up the place.

We were just joking.

Oh no, it's the government.

Gus Borden is a man of his word.

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

So, where's the apple of my thighs?

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

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.

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

Grab a fork and pull up a chair.

Guts, it's the mothership!