Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

kind of wherever.
-Why do you even wanna-- -Just sayin' Buzz and your mom…
Mipsy is gonna die, honey.
that your entire life could be different
-[both] Fine. -[grunts]
Okay, kid, let's go put down your turtles together.
Why don't I just punch another conspiracy theorist in the face?
-Reagan, how… how old are you again? -Thirty, but who cares?
Wow.
-[both chuckling] -Hey.
World War III will happen soon Only this time, the Americans are the bad guys
Aren't you gonna tell me that I'm a deadbeat asshole
And how can I forget the guy who slept with my fucking wife?
-What? -I knew it.
Oh God, I can finally breathe.
See you crater.
Well, obviously, it didn't work.
-[joyful music playing] -[boy laughing]
telling us these idiots ran out of lube and died. [sips]
[Reagan] …impressed.
Welcome to our little Moontopia.
All right, make it quick.
Oh, this is so stupid.
This is gonna kill on Snapchat.
We choose to go to the moon not because it is easy
-[gentle music playing] -Hey, Dad, I did an experiment.
That midlife crisis actor is gonna blow my standing with the Robes.
It'll prove to Reagan that I'm her dad once and for all.
the shadow government recruited crisis actors
a Real craphead.
What if the moon people capture and torture us?
-You've got-- -Earth strength!
I called it a tell-all, and I meant it. I'd rather die as a fake hero
Cut the shtick, Stupowitz.
All right, let me out so we can raid the commune for parts.
[electronic music playing]