Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We all know Squiggles is a sawed-off fucksting that everyone hates,
Dad, can you take me fishing?
or that you don't know how to do inner monologue.
Where is everybody? I don't like this, Fichael!
[suspenseful music plays]
Turning the wheel left and the car goes right? What sort of sorcery is this?
In case of… space pirates.
The kind she gives me smells like sour Blarn milk and ammonia.
No.
Where's the goddamn gift shop?
♪ I'm upside-down And my brain is flippin' ♪
Uh, space pirates made me.
Here we are, the Reaper Demon Sanctuary.
[growls]
[bagpipes playing]
Men, we will never let those damn reaper demons take our beloved planet.
It says it'll only take two seconds.
Why are you making me parallel park?
If Squiggles is so tough, why are you scared?
I'm Reapey the Reaper Demon! [chuckles]
-Yeah, I'd like to make a complaint. -I am so sorry about this, sir.
I think I'm allergic to Blarn milk. Can you take me to the hospital?