Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Holy hell! We've got to redecorate this whole base!

Your dad is evil.

But what I really want for my birthday is to be a general.

Sure, I'll put a quote-unquote "team" together for you.

How do you look, sir?

What's the plan?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Fichael] A cocktopus!

My skin is covered in bumps and my breath has turned to smoke.

♪ We had wealth until he stole it ♪

in front of this guy who's here to kill me for some reason.

Thanks. I'm your leader, General Fichael.

See? An angular nose really brings up your fright factor.

-Get the fuck out of here! -[wheels squeak]

♪ Your daddy is an evil asshole ♪

Now we're talking, Barry! I can't wait to kill some aliens with this. Ooh!

-No, you didn't! -No, I didn't.

♪ Your daddy is an evil asshole ♪

[dial-up modem sounds playing]

The past tense of shit? Great name, Fichael.

Would you stop playing around?

Ah, fuck, yeah!

Now, let's take care of that bush, General.

♪ He took a shit in my mailbox ♪

What?!? My perfect son, a joke?!

-That's too bad about Bazarack. -[sighs]

I am destined to rid the planet of evil.

Screw it. You know what? Just go capture him and bring him here.

Why is "Finklestein" written on the elastic of your tighty-whities?

I made you a fake general to shut you up.

Fichael takes the lead on kills!

♪ He played beach volleyball With our heads ♪

Of course you're a goddamn joke. Didn't you notice I named you S.H.A.T. Squad?

Suckle that, you little shit. [laughs]