Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You have to stay here.
I just kind of drew a beard on it.
I won't need it as long as I can just crouch in the corner and
Yeah.
Love, Ben Franklin.
You kidder.
You, sir, are the most exquisite creature my puny mortal eyes have ever beheld.
Oh, God, she doesn't even know my name.
Rise and shine, sleepyhead.
Listen up, Oinkers.
Nothing, ma'am.
Please, don't kill me.
Uh, the bald one?
You got faced.
Come on.
You got any furs around, honey?
I told you to shut up.
Ho!
You know, honey, this is a great idea, pretending to hold me hostage.
In fact, here, you can take the bed.
It's okay.