Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let me give you a fucking rocket hat.
What in the Medieval equivalent of tarnation --
Morty, how's that book working out for you,
What's that supposed to mean?
You know, like [clears throat]
I'm asking too many questions, aren't I?
come to my yacht and bring your cat.
Hey, fuckface.
Why not just have fun?
How about 50 bucks? You weary of 50 bucks?
How about finding the spell that unbinds me
Yeah. He's, uh, texting me.
I-I-I'm closing the door.
I find the insinuation that I can't ask questions
Yes, it solves all of our problems.
Why and who?
I think I just need to be alone
I-I'm gonna take that shower.
You have bested me.
All right. I'm from outer space. Happy? No.
'cause we can fuck woolly mammoths. Get out!
Wouldn't you rather be sluts up there,
Yeah, yeah.
Where are we going?
It means you're lame.
You slut dragon!
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orcs work to live dwarves live to work
but, um, I'm down to clown.
and you will be owned or slain.
Yeah, whatever. There's no rules. I don't care.
And, um, you can eat butt if you want, I guess.
and just left it here like a land mine.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Who are we? Who the fuck are you, bitch?