Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Poked and prodded by pitchforks. Now we're getting somewhere.

But right now, Clark's main mission is to get this interview done. So let's…

Um… I'm really sorry I didn't get a chance to tell you guys.

Kind of a feast, you know, as a display of love.

-of, uh, sharing, uh, things… -Yeah. Yeah.

We are three different demons.

Um, for the record, I love your hair.

Tom, Mohsin, let's just do it right now.

Is it no pants day?

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Well, why would we give two shits if you're in trouble?

No! No, no, no, no, no, no!

-How'd you get here so fast? -Cut across backyards like I always do.

That's okay. Thank you.

Bill Withers, huh?

-Yeah. -Uh, of course I did.

-It's glazed with tequila. -That's what I thought. Oh God.

If you write me up without writing Tom up,

I'm sure your dad's gonna be fine.

We could be-- we could be grabbed and we could be flayed, skinned alive.

How do you know I drive a Hyundai?

A little glazed pimento loaf?

-You're lying to me, aren't you? -Uh, no, I'm not.

Well, I'm not so sure about the significance of the glowing, per se?

Yeah, um, listen. I'm just gonna reschedule with Clark.

Look, it-- it's really important that when you write this article,

"And I'm not gonna give you any fun food."

or the other organized religions, or even the disorganized ones.

-Australian! -Australian.

It's a… I matched up with somebody on Tinder.

And I hope you feel it, Clark.

You know, my son has a major, big-time crush on you.

Hmm. I represent a large streaming service,

Yeah. I thought so, if that's okay.

But I mean, who doesn't, right?

-I knew you didn't like my hair. -No, no, I meant--

You must be the reporter that we've been expecting.

-That's gorgeous. -Añejo.