Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Captain Bonnet's theatrical instincts are finely honed.

I mean, look at him. He's telling ghost stories.

Izzy: As much as I hate to admit it,

Now, we've only got a couple of hours to put this thing together.

I mean... I have seen you maim some people.

-Thank you. Please. -Okay.

-I can't feel my balls. -But, but we need to talk.

If you're open to it.

And I didn't know you whittled.

(banging on window)

-Well done. -(cheers and applause)

Ha-ha! Shall we call this a draw?

-(cheers and applause) -A tad inelegant.

Yeah, I think we'd all be curious.

Well, maybe, I will tell you, someday.

We've got a man overboard!

-Agh! -Ow, you bit me! What the fuck?!

(swords clanking)

-Oh god! -Little tug, little tug, tiny tug.

(sword clatters)

Muse, why have you forsaken me?

I fuckin' challenge you to a fuckin' duel.

You seem to know everything about everything in the whole fuckin' world!

Ah! Ooh! Bugger!

Um, and so, this work is a shared vision.

if there's no finger to cut off.

we do have a Master of Horror,