Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dude? Hello?
I saw something on the news about it.
Cut.
And I know some of you own hunting rifles and revolvers.
Michael...
It's going to alter your reality.
Just leave me alone. Please get outta here.
You look just like that girl in that video by what's-his-name.
- How can I assist you? - I read your ad in Fango
No.
Come on! Let's go, hurry up!
I live... I live about three blocks down.
You've just experienced Brainscan,
Hey, sausage dick, man - listen up!
Pure fantasy.
I have to... get back, so...
No more games.
A few hours?
Hey!
My limp.
Over here. More light.
- But... - Maybe, right?
- Bastards! - As deep as you can.
Okay, I'll, um... let myself out.
Can you see her tits, man? Talk to me, man.
Yes.
"Frightening." And "strange" and "weird."
A gallbladder.
What are you waiting for?
you come and report directly to me
I have to go.
You put me through hell!
Hayden!
Play part three. But you only need to remove the clue.
You're here to keep things calm.
One walkie-talkie to a group.
Forever.
My name's Michael Brower. I'm 16, and I'm scared to death.
No! Not this.
Of course they do.
Kim! Somebody to see you.
Hey, wait a minute! Shit!
Yes, there is!
- You think so? - I know so.
May I have your attention, please?
Yes...
Yeah, that's pretty cool, you know,
- Forget it, I'll see you. - Hey listen, listen. Michael!
Master is busy. Master is busy.
No killing.
We're glad you decided to play.
I don't care what you've done.
- Where was that? - Hey, you!
- Footprint. - What?
Yeah, man. Kyle, you know what, you were right.
Oh, come on, sport.
But you said I wouldn't kill anybody, you promised!