Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know it's you, Sean.
He never made it.
Good. How does it work?
This thing must be stopped!
Of course you did.
A most interesting development, indeed.
Oh, no. No, actually...
- This could be trouble. - What?
Where you going, pencil neck?
because...
Everybody, c'mon. we're sitting on a powder keg. We have got to move!
Now, you got something to show, man? Come on.
I killed you once, and I'll kill you again.
Let me go!
Is that a request?
There's no place to run.
That ain't right, man. That ain't right.
I had no idea.
Oh, hi.
Chill, mama, shh!
What?
No transformations... we can't be seen.
Come on. Come on.
- Watch out, he's gonna get away. - Stay down.
No. I don't know!
Aw, shit.
What's wrong, man?
Shut up.
Warriors developed by the aliens from the human species.
- Get him. - Go ahead, you.
bonehead!
is "he pulled a switch."
Stay back.
Been investigating the Chronos Corporation where your father worked.
And as the Guyver Zoalord,
Dissed, you homie.
* And now this punk's become a hunk *
it protected me.
This could be trouble.
It's growing. It's growing!
Stop!
You have it?
Ste...
No, it's not that.
Take her.
your version of the move I just demonstrated.
but you've got to stop them.
Don't let her get away!
- Prepare the... - No! No!
What are they?
That's the Guyver? Ha! Nothing to it.
is enough rope to hang yourself.
Wait, watch out.
Mizky.
Where the hell are you going?
I mean, what are they looking for?