Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's keep looking For the witness, okay?

In my own small corner Of the world.

* pero mira, Baila, baila cayuquito *

There's something strange And disarming

You can give me a fucking Analysis on the blood spatter.

And the ritual Is intoxicating.

You better be a cop.

I don't find anyone Around here.

I do tell you, dad. The hell you do!

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

I'm at a crime scene by the Shithole the seven seas motel,

Ahoy, there, captain! Any big marlin out there today?

Throw her a fucking raft.

Hanging in there?

I'd like your input,

So you got any ideas yet?

Well, uh, start working On your mental autopsy

Probably a stolen one.

No, not ice-cream trucks.

There were a lot of bones In there, dexter,

He did him quick And got him out of the way.

Never leave home Without my rubber gloves.

All that blood on the walls Looks like a finger painting.

I didn't recognize you With your clothes on.

Now it's just A matter of time

That's not good enough.

Out of my head?

You got that look In your eye.

See, i can't help myself, Either.