Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am Hanover Fiste.
Silence!
This was great.
I want her dead!
The prosecution calls Hanover Fiste.
The burning smell kept reminding me I shouldn't have got involved.
Grant me your strength in return for a living mortal sacrifice.
Are you sure?
I forgot, are you circumcised?
It really turned me on.
We're underneath the castle moat.
-Stupid bitch. Get away from me. -Give it to me.
Prepare the fliers! I want his head!
My stories are almost over.
Hanging's too good for him.
Sorry, 16 inches long.
Go on honey show those breasts Your sexy
Taarna.
Something inside me told me.... Was a sucker play.
Unless you count all the times he sold dope disguised as a nun.
-Are you sure this is what you want? -Positive.
Boy, I was pretty good at this stuff.
Think this is enough?
Come forth, Ullatec. I demand it.
-Hanover Fiste. -Calling Hanover Fiste.
But mixed marriages just don't work.
...then the pact is to avenge.
I'm afraid that I'll come home one day and find you screwing the toaster.
No! You'll ruin everything.
Fiend! You make love to me while your accomplice steals my scepter.
Eighteen years of nothing, and now twice in one day. What a place.
Well, who is this last Defender? How can he be summoned?
Can I sleep with you?
Jeez.