Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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