Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If my math is right, all our lives might depend...
I will tell him you have... arrived.
Oh. Okay, yeah... Yeah. I think you are under arrest.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Pump the breaks.
I'm thinking about little trident-wielding
That's why I need Mooncake, or whatever that idiot calls him.
What is your deal, dude? Why won't you just leave us alone?
The answer, I've been busy.
Aaah! Why am I the only one covered in cookies?
- We need help! - Any idea who it is?
That's why we're watching this episode, y'all!
Me 5 seconds into using the Wayback Machine: I've been patient, unbelievably patient!
I'm going to kill you.
- He's a super weapon. - Wrong!
I get it. So you shoot a murder beam out of your face hole.
Rahh!
We need to hide him until we figure things out.
Sorry. We're at capacity.
Your father is a coward!
There will only be happiness!
just sounded like a lovely church picnic.
of never-ending unsafe stairs!
- You have no cookies! - Gary, de-think the cookies!
Everybody is super excited
Superior Stone dispatched an Imperium cruiser
That's my business. Should we play a game, Gary?
What the mother-loving crap is Final Space?
Carl is dead, Gary.
- Mooncake. - Chocatey?
Guy straight up ghosted through that wall.