Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hi.
'Cause you're a bird.
A bacteria to the soul of, like, the Dalai Lama,
[zapping]
This appendage that is protruding into matter,
two...
♪ Abili... Abili... ♪
[winding]
Play the spoons!
-[gasping, grunting] -[xylophone playing]
-is the ultimate orgasm. -[laughs]
My name's Jason, by the way.
-A little tune by the name of "Fire Baby." -[Clancy snoring]
The doctors told me shepherd's paunch was incurable
[xylophone chimes]
[chirps]
Ugh, Charlotte, come on.
Play-- I play music. I don't really play.
this moment would not exist.
[groans]
You forgot that you're playing a game.
until you notice that "the feeling" is changing of its own accord
[Bob grunting]
[growling, barking]
[barking]
but we start thinking we're the fucking snorkel, right?
-I didn't know that was a thing. -It's tricky. It's actually... Well...
meaning non-essentialism.
A bird-en.
Wow. You're a cool bird.
[all grunting]