Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

High-five away, Bob.

I see. I'm thinking maybe my hourly rate

That's just something people say.

Perhaps I can help.

(hans slam the door) O.

I don't want to talk about it.

Or keep on doing my exercises, baby

Ugh. Thank you!

This is me tickling you.

"habeas porpoise," blah, blah, blah... Mm-hmm.

I'm just making regular burgers.

Money? What a silly thing to stress about.

So how was your first day of healing?

Ooh, ooh, ooh! Hey! My dinner! Aaah!

Will you hold my ponytail while I do some upside-down pushups?

To heal you, we must heal the stress.

Is it because you're crouching?

The knot caused by

You're my favorite client.

(hans slam the door) o

Don't you pay rent here?

Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle. Stop...

Wait a minute, Jairo...

Beh, beh, beh, beh-teh, beh, teh, beh-beh...

So I checked your insurance,

a letter from a lawyer can open.

This is my bowels feeling good.

I might not do one tomorrow.

There's something on the board!

"Reverse-evict Jairo."

There's my Bob. There's my stressful Bob.

Bob, this letter says I am liable for your labrum.

Served on a fancy bun. Huh.

You know, like, "Say cheese."