Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[clears throat] Burton, can you hear me?
[whooshing]
[music fades]
[Io] Throw self in.
Poetry now?
[yells]
Join with me.
[squelching]
alone.
[exhales sharply]
grab a few pics, and we're gone.
[groans]
[whispers] Okay.
[Burton with distorted voice] Yes. Yes, machine.