Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I need a favor.

Partial brain matter, of course.

And check this again with the third number.

Well, congratulations, Early.

There's still the possibility that you could watch her rip somehow.

Ladies and gentlemen, put your pained ponchos on and huddle beneath the plexiglass, lest your faces be stained with the filthy entrails of this profoundly unlucky sesquiceptuagenarian.

E. There's more.

How much stuff do you need to be happy? I don’t know how much stuff is there

Seven and four?

Satan's... I know, I know.

Oh, and then you're gonna steal money from the government by false-applying?

Then you know it's the short story.