Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-No offense, Glenn. -None taken.

Well, this is a clone lab. [laughs madly]

Nobody yet. So many factors.

Trade… trade is bad.

-[clone laughing] -See you later, boy!

[fake laughing]

Couldn't be helped, I'm afraid.

a guy who's as fake as his million-dollar hair plugs.

[Elvis clones] No, you ain't nothing but a hound dog.

[sighs] Okay, consider me a lockbox.

Well, this is probably the end of us all,

and I think I might get along with Brett after all.

It's my second week and my third can of Axe body spray.

-Thug life. -Westside.

That robot fiasco cost us four billion dollars,

We're out of money!

Oh. Where's the puke bucket? [retches]

Just think how bad those videos are going to be

We have to fire someone! [vomits]

You have until the end of the week to decide who to ax.

Reagan, this is no time for jokes.

Well, carry on then.

Brett, that thing is doubling in mass every 15 minutes.

I know we've had our differences--

-[Myc] Swing! -[Glenn] Come on!

but you have to promise that you're not gonna tell anyone.

Where did you get that frame from?

definitely not because I'm planning to escape, so put it out of your head.

[groans] I need to destroy that.

No, but I do have an Axe!

Yep. And 3Pac and 4Pac.

More beloved than Brett?

We're here to figure out which employee is most useless, and then…

First up, a piece of your percentage of the company.

Kardashian and Jong Un.

[Myc] Congratulations, idiots.