Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

Why, would you be into that? Just curious.

and then... yeah! Oh, yeah!

And, Cyril, ignore her.

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

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

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

Cyril, goddamn it, you're smothering Lana.

You really need to relax.

Are you still here?

What? I said "worst-case."

Not that. Kolya, my people need help.

Well, too bad. Because guess what.

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

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

I want to leave, please. Right now.

I forgot to spend the balance in my goddamn flex account

which hopefully explains my shock at finding myself...

and parting her moist lips...