Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Carl] My apologies, Mr. Miller.
Through you, I can feed even when killing is too dangerous.
[tires crunch gravel]
It's gonna get cold tonight. Give them a couple radios too.
[electricity buzzing]
I couldn't have asked for anything more, my friend.
probably from the explosion.
along with his protein.
He just about ordered me to find cause for a second autopsy in the city.
[Carl's voice whispers] Run. Get out. Now.
He wanted to check out a meteor shower.
[gasps]
crossing the vast, indifferent night sky.
It's a better view of the path there.
the lady who ran the laundromat, she disappears too.
As a larva, I entered Eddie Sykes’ mouth as he slept.
Jackson, Brady…
[Carl] Let it lie, Nate.
Livestock must not understand what devours it?
[strained creaking]
[inhales] It is delicious.
[eerie music playing]
[Allen breathes raspily]
[solemn music continues]
but not here.
-[Carl] Mm. -[Nate claps]
[eerie suspenseful music playing]
-I need one of you, uh… -Jim Dodge, sir.
we're all heading for the same destination.
You need to go sleep.
-[clunking] -[distant creaking]
…a man came up missing.
Nate, I keep thinking…
[Allen] You see, over eons,
What are you?
presumably from clawing at the earth.
-Not to survive, but… -[traveler slithers]
[ominous music playing]
But you didn't.
[clunking, whirring]
It's already too late.
Yeah. Yeah.
He will make a fine first meal for us.