Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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