Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank God for them, or I wouldn't have a job.
Knew I should've killed your ass again.
Run!
Fine! I'll find someone else to make me a master swordsman.
Yous a bitch ass nigga
I don't want to do this! Why do I have to keep fighting this man?
Aah! You... you missed me, nigga!
He left you those clothes, that cane, and the glasses.
Hi, Mr. Freeman. Unh! Hey!
That's our space, God damn it!
Everybody knows what happened!
Riley, look up "master swordsman."
oh, and not too expensive.
Stop coming around here!
You ready for this, you bitch-ass... aah!
Ohh! Agh! Agh! Agh!
No, we don't.
Can you imagine Mr. Rogers in a nigga moment?
What's wrong with y'all?! Somebody help me!
Aah!
except it's an old, black man kicking another old, black man's ass!
That man is going to attack me again!
The police! Thank God for the police!
So, as you know, we're still not where we need to be with this house.
Mm, a domain of evil, it is. In you must go.
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Mr. Stinkmeaner, do you understand what I've just told you?
And if he keeps coming back?