Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We're in a punk band.
Today, my students were my number one priority.
No. No. No. Stop. Stop.
♪ ♪
[door slams]
- ♪ Want to kill her mister ♪
- Well, she's playing
Just admiring your bath bombs.
- No. No.
"Obsession."
towards a cute, unsuspecting lamb
♪ Commiserating ♪
- Six months of seeing each other.
♪ It's an honour killing, it's an honour killing ♪
[all speaking at once]
Oh, shit.
- [laughs]
in the front row.
Here, look, tell her, your terms, yeah?
Everyone in the community was sure to be there.
Rejected by all as far as the app could reach.
Scorched by the sizzling glare of public scrutiny,
Okay, team. Well done for getting this far.
You got expelled for selling school furniture.
Earth mother, actual mother.
This guy insisted.
Can't you hear our sound is thin?
- There he is, little broski,
sad eyes you can swim in.
- Famous pop star? We don't seek fame.
- Lady Parts. That was the band name.
[rock music]
What a gent.
We sound shit. On a cosmic level.
- Mm-mm. - Yeah.