Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

hey! why the fuck are there niggers here

I'm the one holding the Pupa. My name's Korvo.

We crashed on Earth, stranding us on an already overpopulated planet.

‐ No, I‐I can't die. I've got a bucket list.

without a single redeeming value, Terry.

Wow, I can't believe we didn't get in trouble today.

‐ Hey, hey, you're the one who chose to land here.

‐ I'm sorry I thought you weren't real. ‐ Yeah, it's... okay.

Nobody cares about your janky knock‐off Funbucket.

to end our time together, little friend. [weak screech]

‐ Lidia Johnson was last seen Monday.

‐ Funbucket is larger than he appears on TV.

‐ This is wrong. ‐ She's right.

‐ Hey, that's not your catchphrase. Say bingo bango.

Oh, what if he's a Sega man? ‐ Do you think he has a mission, too?

‐ Wow, it really is making her dumber.

He will no longer feel frustrated and alone.

and listen to podcasts and Gaffigan albums the whole way.

Just, just do it. We'll catch you, broheim.

Did he hate it? ‐ Oh, yeah, he was pissed.

to Mr. Shromer and it turned him into a bush.

inhabited with sentient life than you expected,

Great, could I get uh, just a couple to‐go cups for the road? Thanks.

Make it so he never leaves us. [beeping, whirring]

‐ Gross. ‐ That's sick, Pupa.

Funbucket's done with you. ‐ Will you stop crying, you babies?

‐ No, we're going to the club. ‐ Put your sin in me.