Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[inaudible]
Like sparkling dust, like clouds of light
-Oh, hold on. -[computer beeps]
in there?
Maybe I'm gonna live forever.
They pour their milky shine Into the deep black bowl"
[sound fades]
[Burton] "Oh sleep! It is a gentle thing Beloved from pole to pole!" Coleridge.
[computer] One minute until critical CO2 levels reached.
[ethereal music playing]
[Burton] Martha.
That hole…