Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You really need to relax.

What? I said "worst-case."

Hey, I'm helping Cyril. Text her again.

which hopefully explains my shock at finding myself...

And, Cyril, ignore her.

- Are you date-of-employment, or...? - Calendar-year!

and parting her moist lips...

I want to leave, please. Right now.

- Archer, it's me. - Cyril? Hey, I can't really talk right now.

- First of all... - Nikolai, look, they're alive.

I forgot to spend the balance in my goddamn flex account

Not that. Kolya, my people need help.

- So I'm a little late. - A lot late.

Kolya, there's something I've been meaning to tell you.

Cyril, goddamn it, you're smothering Lana.

Well, too bad. Because guess what.

It would be nice to know what kind of danger I'm facing.

Why, would you be into that? Just curious.

and then... yeah! Oh, yeah!

Oh, damn it, that was the guy in charge of the chocolate fountain.

Are you still here?

- Heh. Like you'd know. - Or choked, in your case.