Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

no matter what form it has been pressed into.
- We'll reassemble at the magic shop, see if... - Can't fight her.
Arrows. They're throwing arrows.
- Not really my colour, anyway. - Oh, yes. Inappropriate humour.
Now might be a good time for something heroic.
It's because of me.
Don'tyou?
She is a perfect, all-encompassing light, one you should feel honoured to be bathed in.
He understands me.
Poor frightened girl.
They were fools. They thought they could harness its power for the forces of light.
We can't stay here. It's too close to the wreck. We're too easy to find.
Tara,
No. No.
- It's all my fault. - No, it isn't.
Horsies.
- I don't know, he just freaked out. - Let me out.
The little girl.
Well, how isn't important. All that matters is that the two of you are safe.
Half a day, maybe.
That guy is bloodsuckin' the last nerve outta me.
The link must be severed. Such is the will of God.
You're the Key. Go. Before she finds you. She's here.
The secret to any successful migration.
- Thought I'd swing by and say howdy. - Out.
- That's not how it works. - Yes. Of course.
The walls separating realities will crumble.
Lounging about unattended?
- I'm sorry. - What for?
What madness would move me to such action?
Maybe later.
- Weapons? - Hello. You're driving one.
It's nothing compared to the little bits we'll get chopped into when they kickthe door in.