Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, yeah, that's, uh,
I feel fucking great.
- I'm done taking orders from you.
I feel seen. - Shh, shh, shh. I gotcha.
do one of those viral pranks
Think about your father.
- Mortal tools cannot kill Slimm Timm.
Nearly 40 years ago, they went too far--
- This isn't the '80s, Mr. Satan, sir, okay?
And I'm the one that sucks.
- If you don't shut up, you're gonna fuck up my whole plan.
- He's not Tinkerbell.
- Can someone please help?
STUDENT: Oh, man! [students snickering]
Whazzup?
- Oh, Slimm Timm, hear my plea.
Then she joins a middle tier sorority in college.
- Fine. Respectfully, I will.
Oh, God! Ahh! Oh, God. [laughter]
- On my signal, a team of Beast Guards
SATAN IN ARMADILLO: [grumbling] Fucking stairs...
[laughs] Don't look for me.
Chrissy's popular now.
your Wiccan tools could help us summon Slimm Timm
It's a heinous crime!
No one even bothers to forage their own shit anymore.
[eerie whispering]
Read the speech, or I'll murder
[chuckles] So what's the plan?
She won't listen to anyone except...
- I shall devour you all.
- Now you're talkin', Benny!
- It's me, the Devil, in a dead armadillo.
Hmm?
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or make a fucking pie?
SLIMM TIMM: [groaning]
[door creaks, slams]
- I'm fine.
and it's all because of those popular girls.
I'm gonna pull your hair to control you.
We should, uh, go sometime.
You in? Oh, God. What's this?
[mystical whooshing]