Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(GRUNTS)
listened to the Ice President read his fiction.
Can you believe it was my first draft?!
Fionna, this character doesn't serve any thematic purpose
Byeeee!
formless blobs of sweet flapjack to me.
(GASPS) Did you hear that?
This... one?
Nooooo!
I-I could, uh, find it for you.
ICE QUEEN: Lounged atop their comfortable sense of ennui,
OMG MARSHALL LEE HAVE SEX WITH ME NOW
Sorry, Cake, but these just look like
(QUACKS)
On to the next chapter...
Wenk.
(THUMP!) (GRUNTS)
Darlin', don't you see the brilliant comedy laid out before you?
(SCREECHES)
Uh... Aah!
Check out my sweet flippin' moves.
King me.
(GROANS)
It's just that flapjack literature is such a niche genre,
I'm sorry.
I'll call them... grabl...
Janet the fox answered her.