Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mind you, do not tarry.

You're my best friend!

for the deplorable state of the house.

Whatever feet, idiot!

Which is more than I can say for most of your sexual partners!

Well, I guess technically it's fanfic.

From now on, no eggs, no pigs' feet,

Your Highness! Your Majesty!

I am... Butler.

The world-renowned conservatory!

all boasting priceless grueby faience tilework,

Now, if your assorted majesties and highnesses will please follow me...

I think you might be my best friend.

This is part of operation because I said so.

The young man in the monitor

any and all flash drives,

but I won't be joining you,

what do I always tell you?

God damn you all to hell!

looking around the position,

What the shit? What's that?

Hello, front desk? Watergate Hotel?

Mm, no, I think he's all set there...

and the sack thrown into the river.

Click. Now I'm done.