Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll be 70 In septem ber.
This is the dimension Of imagination
Mr. Bookman, you are A persuas ive man.
Of "Natu ral causes."
You see, If I didn't get in there At precisely m I dnight,
Oh, I very often Have a late sale. Very often!
It takes 832 crossings
Not many custom ers.
Only those that are to accompany me can see me.
No, mr. Bookman. I'm not here To buy anything.
Oh, well I think That's a f in e bargai n.
What gentleman?
Now you look here. I've lived in this Room for 2 1 years.
I think by then.
You don't have Any u n f in ish ed Bus in ess, do you?
And as timeless as infinity.
Yet as frag I le And delicate As shantu ng s I lk.
[intense ominous music]
Give her the sedatives Every three hours, M rs. Polansky.
Doctor?
The only I nterpretation To be made here
I don't think I've had A s ick day in 20 years!
You're, you're The man I saw On the sidewalk today.
Oh, it's a gam e.
Down a western Fronti er street
The one for the angels?
An ab I lity to, to succeed
The absolute Ultimate in strength.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove