Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Walk me forward!
- We,re gonna kill you. - Oh, my God.
I do love this night air!
Agathor, cover me!
He'justs very, very, very, very... sad.
- Please, let me play. - I don't think you,re ready yet.
I go to remove the amulet from betwixt my cheeks.
See, that's perfect. Why couldn't we do that?
The Castle Roodpart. Who comes up with these names?
Absolutely. All business.
Knock yourself out, buddy. I,ll be over here killing goblins.
Anyway, you,re boring, and Francine's stuck on the street racer...
Although, that could just be the Intriguinol I took this morning.
Wait. What am I doing? I,m a man of the law.
- I robbed the place! - What?
But when I,m Agathor, there is no pain, no wedgies, no heartache.
I feel like we,re in a rut.
- No hugs. - It was a business hug, but okay.
- Nighttime. - I'm not a parrot.
"Tooluck nuck-nuck.... Oh, I,m sorry.
And you, Agathor does not choose to use his muscles.