Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and robbed me blind.

[whispers] I said I'm un-- I'm uncomfortable with this.

Hashtagging "YumYum" on food pics.

Worse. A parasite is threatening my literary life.

[chuckles] No, you didn't. You screwed it up for us.

to let him finish his story on his terms,

trapped in a prison of his own mediocrity.

- She's walking over to that hunky dude. - Hmm?

[woman] Divorcée Dance Party.

Yeah. [sighs] Totally.

Damn it! I won't let them write the conclusion for me.

- [Brad] Battle royale. - Fuck off, Brad.

Yeah, I did, and she's a human being.

Can I buy you a drink? [typing]

Can we get some more chairs?

Aha! My deception worked.

that can simultaneously handle

Let's scrub all this shit, guys.

Yeah, that too. I-- Look.

Oh, she's writing.

And, for his part,

My entire desktop.

Yes. She's just a nice, lonely woman.

Thank you. Very nice to meet you, sir.

[yelling continues] That, Brad, is my childhood.

because when someone buys a loot box, they're stuck with it.

I'm sorry, man. You're fine, I guess, as an art director or whatever,

When they see all of Ian's work,