Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He threatens to wake, they offer him a pure soul.
Where are you, Merry?
Generation after generation after generation.
You have to go. Go now, or he'll eat us all.
The key changes ten million, zillion, squillion times a second.
I used to have nightmares about it.
across the desolations of deep space.
I'll walk.
They're of no function any more.
Eat up.
I don't know. Do you know when somebody asks you what's your favourite book
and never come back.
About 10 billion people. I was about six.
Stop it. You're scaring her. Good. She should be scared.
I am so sorry. She wants to be Bryan Robson.
What are you doing? Hiding.
moment by moment, until nothing remained.
Can you hear them?
Mementos to feed the Old God.
four...
There's a tale. A secret song.
Are you ready?
You don't know me?
Do you know what it means, Merry?
So...
What have you been doing?
A lullaby without end.
Just me.
My name is Chorister Rezh Baphix,
It's... Yeah, it is.
like jam's made of strawberries, so what's it made of?
and we don't stop running
Clara.
Probably.
Is somebody going to do something?
What are they doing? These are offerings.
To feed the Old God.
She was supposed to be having a nice day out. Still...