Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You see the texture? - Mm.

Blue Hawk will live on

he makes a fucking move without Vought.

you piece of shit.

as the vice presidential candidate?

- Jesus, Ben, really? - Zip it, cooze.

- He's bipolar? - Yeah.

Button your shit up. You're flailing.

but you d-d-d-do it anyway.

Why do you have so little Resolve?

S'il te plaît, don't do this.

- I couldn't feel your arms.

I won't do it. I'm sorry, I can't.

Huh? Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Ah. Tell you what. You guys,

Oh, my God, I almost forgot.

- Marvin, what are you doing here? - You're okay with this?

Some target practice at Kent State.

The animation here looks like an unfinished animatic! Absolutely pathetic. What a waste of paper. DIGITAL PAPER

- He's a fucking psychopath. - Worse than Starlight?

You stupid fucking twat. Don't you leave him.

Y'all look like y'all got hit by a truck.

- Really? All of them? - All of them

a known terrorist with the Shining Light Liberation Army,

out of me, Billy.

old soldiers just fade away.

Hey. How you doing?

The Boys if it was written by vivziepop (and if it was animated by Feedfancier animations)

Fucking snotty little cunt!

all over the place.

For fuck's sake, Lenny,

Janine. Come on. Inside, honey.

And the people who say they are?

I want to go home.

- They felt like bendy straws.

Did you call in sick today? No because I'm not a fucking pussy

Please don't leave me alone with him.

You propped me up, huh? Right, you wrote a few lines.

Hey, hey, she doesn't look brainwashed to me.

Trivial, my ass.

Because today is the day I saw you scared.

Do you have any idea what you've set loose?

You're Homelander.

And we both know your dad.

For the photo op.

You hurt my brother. You're not gonna get away with it.

I'm gonna end up killing him,

So, that's it then, Billy?

ain't protecting shit, all right?

Must've been awful for you.

- So he didn't see any action? - Not in Germany.

- "alleged" involvement...

Ready, mon coeur?

- Do you think Monsieur Charcutier will tell Hughie? - Do you?

is that concealer?

No one really knows you.

Yeah, I saw it at Herogasm.

Something you pushed d-d-d-deep, deep down.

But now it's my choice.

that work shit down, get that little butt over here.

- We're out to Sir Julian Fellowes to write, so... - No.

I stop Soldier Boy before he murders more people,

that your lies have caused Vought or me,

What got into him?

- You're trying to fucking kill me. - No!

And for better or worse...

It's fucking crap.

I-I didn't mean to. I...

Good luck, Earving.

- So I owe him. - Oh, bullshit.

You're gonna march into VNN studios,

some shit about genetics.

- Skip breakfast, did we?