Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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