Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, this-this guy wasn't here yesterday.

And two... we're here.

It was Bethany and I already fucked her up.

- What? - Mm-hmm.

We're fine. You saw outside.

(carousel powers on)

Mm, fascist dickbags starving their own population.

and lose our minds together.

Okay, rocky start.

Gimme a name and I'll fuck 'em up.

- Escalator. - Escalator?

(Ellie grunting)

I think he knew what he was doing.

No one told him he couldn't mix pills with that shit?

All right, come on.

- (console beeps) - Hey, being cool ain't free.

Just put me in the fuckin' hole.

(heavy breathing)

♪ Situation ♪

- Okay! Now, what do I do?! What do I do?! - Okay, um, back, forward,

ya take shit orders from your patrol leader,

(bird chirping)

Uh, Fireflies blowing up

Close your eyes.

- You'll see a door. Go through it. Wait. - No.

- What are screenshots? - I don't actually know.

- ♪ What love is or how to make it grow ♪ - Ellie: Really?

Did you make these?

Is that a time machine?

(heavy breathing)

- (both chuckling) - Mm-hmm.

- But chop, chop. We're on a schedule. - Okay.

So what are we doing here?

- Is that it? - (sighs) That's it.

You keep acting like a grunt,

Just me and you.

we just keep going.

- (roars) - (gunshots)

Congrats. One point for the anarchists.